Storm's every strike was stopped, redirected, or dispersed like it was nothing.
His claws sparked against invisible barriers.
His storms were swallowed and scattered by the Magus's control.
Even when Storm fused wind and lightning into a focused blast, it did not leave a scratch.
His chance of winning was even worse than Inferno's.
Meanwhile, Draeven and his squad were close to finishing their sweep of the ravager nest.
Then they found it, a carved stone corridor half-buried beneath the central chamber.
A ruin.
Their eyes lit up with hope.
A ruin meant a chance, maybe even a relic.
That hope broke the moment they stepped inside.
The walls were torn with deep claw marks.
Chunks of stone covered the floor, mixed with shattered golem parts and burned furniture.
"This place is done for," T'zarek muttered as he looked around the wreckage.
Vek'tal gave a slow nod. "Should we head back up?"
"No," Draeven said.
