Bright stood at a higher vantage point at the center of a cracked stone platform, hair matted with dust and sweat. Baggen towered to his left, hammer braced into the ground like he was trying to pin the world itself into place. Estovia knelt beside them, preparing her serums and all other necessities for the fight she was about to partake in.
Most of the young fledglings and workers; Bessia, Adam, Duncan and the rest wouldn't know the emitions that would be triggered or locked away on this day. Lost and never to be found. A tragedy for a young mind.
Bright had watched them vanish into the flickering tunnel of safety with a slight wish to have followed.
The crawlers were a mixed wave, with different powers jumbled up together in a morbid demonstration of carnage.
Mixed waves were always the worst.
Having to figure out what your adversaries hid in their pocket before trying to steal it was a recipe for disaster.
