Vurfin the Juggernaut

Zanth stared at the back of the departing dwarf king with fury. 'How can an NPC be this powerful? My miracle should've saved my hero!' He cursed as he turned his attention to the unmoving army. 'Damn it!'

He had used his version of the Avatar spell he had created that cloaked his existence, and his divine power from everyone. Even the most devout among his followers. Only a god on the same Tier as him could see through it. However, that worked against him right now, as he couldn't drive the army forward.

'Damn it! I'll have to use a stronger miracle!' Zanth activated the spell, but this time he targeted half the bridge ahead that held Bargrux's troops. His DP drained to fuel the spell, and he felt it activate. But nothing happened. Several seconds had to pass before the bridge rumbled.

"What the hell?" Zanth screamed as half the left half of the bridge behind him collapsed into the chasm, taking a huge chunk of his dwarven army with it!