And this is merely the beginning.
While the others were still reacting, a web of fire had already descended from mid-air, and for a moment it was like purgatory, beams of light flashing and disappearing, catching the Grey Knights off guard as they fell one by one, howling. But they were not the worst off, for the magic guided armor on them provided some defense; the truly unfortunate ones were the mercenaries who fled far away.
For the Clockwork Fairy, there was no distinction in distance; as long as it was within the maximum range of magic, it was the target for the first attack.
The dazzling light, akin to a shower of golden rain, burned through the soft human bodies, turning them to ashes. And the unprotected mercenaries were almost pierced through by the straight beams, the high temperatures igniting their thick clothing, instantly turning them into pillars of flame.
