Elion lifted his head, looking toward her. She recoiled instinctively, retreating through the air before she could stop herself.
But this time, no flames followed her. He was truly and utterly spent. Albert appeared beside her moments later, his expression so grim it made him seem almost unrecognizable. Kali stopped farther away, watching them rather than pursuing.
"Albert..." The woman's voice was a breathless wheeze. "What have we done?"
He had no answer.
Their army hadn't even reached the enemy's defensive line.
One volley of spells. That was all they had managed before the battlefield became an inferno. The first attack had been fire they understood, deployed in such overwhelming volume and at such precise timing that it had annihilated a vast portion of their vanguard.
The second had been something altogether more sinister.
Albert had warned them.
