Of all the people to lead the charge against the elites and the raining angels, nobody had expected Frazer to be selected. However, seeing something in him–some change after the debacle in Eclanor, Raven had decided to leave him in charge of the elites and a handful of veteran soldiers.
No longer mind-controlled by some monster, the warrior's senses were as sharp as a razor. Soaking in his surroundings, the burning buildings, the trajectory of the invisible projectiles, and the tactics being used by the enemies, he charged his fists with flames and chilling winds of magic and leapt forward while mentally relaying orders to everyone around him.
