A violent surge of magic ignited the air.
Seals bloomed into existence one after another, layering over the sky as the elves moved in perfect coordination.
Barriers formed.
Wove.
Closed in.
Reality itself warped as the great dragon was encased within their formation.
Rexagon opened his massive maw.
Blue lava erupted forth, carrying with it toxic, rotting fumes. The world trembled under the force of his breath as it crashed against the enclosing barriers.
A deafening rumble spread in all directions.
The four elves rose higher into the sky, the Moon Disc blazing at their center. A spinning vortex formed, grinding against the dragon's attack until it shattered it apart.
The aftermath was chaos.
Fragments of molten lava scattered like a storm.
They rained down in blazing arcs toward the city below.
On the battlements, soldiers scattered in panic.
Some leapt.
Some screamed.
Some were too slow.
