Atlas stood silent for a moment, watching the sight of Dullorak hovering high above the island, orchestrating the chaos that unfolded below. The rain poured down in heavy torrents from the sky. Not just rain, but waves of water twisting into violent tornadoes that swept across the battlefield, swallowing the fires and explosions in their path.
Floods of water, as if drawn from the depths of the ocean itself, surged downward, crashing mercilessly against the enemy troops scattered across the island. The soldiers struggled to hold their ground as the powerful currents drenched and battered them from every direction.
Dullorak now fought using only one of his heads - the only one capable of fully harnessing the element of water. Because of that, he poured every ounce of his power into this single element, unleashing its full destructive force.
