While Amon and Seraphina were getting beaten by Alaric.
On Aisha's side of the battlefield. The sight was not much differeng.
BOOM!
Marcus was sent hurtling through the air.
Soren's fist, encased in a massive gauntlet of solid ice, had slammed directly into his chest.
The impact was devastating.
Marcus crashed through several bushes before rolling across the ground, his spear slipping from his grip.
"Cough!"
He spat out a mouthful of blood before forcing himself back onto one knee.
Soren didn't give him a moment to recover.
A freezing mist spread from beneath his feet, rapidly covering the ground in a layer of frost.
But before he could continue his assault.
Aisha roared.
Blue lightning erupted around her body.
Her greatsword became wrapped in crackling bolts of electricity as she charged forward with incredible speed.
With both hands gripping the hilt, she swung the massive blade straight toward Soren's shoulder.
Soren calmly raised his right hand.
