Retreat?

The battlefield was in chaos, with smoke and debris clouding the air. Valeria remained crouched behind the stone formation, her senses heightened as she listened for the next whistle of incoming artillery from the human gunship. The sky had become her enemy, and she knew better than to underestimate the humans' precision.

Telus, on the other hand, seemed completely unwilling to accept the danger they were in. His blood shield flickered with dark energy as he stubbornly tried to reestablish his dominance over the battlefield. The wave of blood magic that surged upward, twisting and writhing, reached high into the sky but never came close to touching the AC-130. It was a futile display of power, one that Valeria knew would only cost them time.

"Telus!" Valeria snapped, her voice sharp with frustration. "You're wasting your energy! That thing is too far—"