Fable crossed the battlefield in great leaps and bounds, the corpse-strewn hills becoming a blur of bloodstained foliage. Blood and gore pooled in the valleys, forming thick, crimson ooze rivulets that snaked their way down the slopes. Shattered armor littered the ground, glinting ominously in the afternoon sun.
The rumble of mana cannons intensified, their roar competing with the chorus of screams as we bypassed the battles still raging along the walls. I winced, the sounds of pain and death washing over me, and added a third-circle Sound Ward to the Nexus, muting the cacophony.
Luxxa glanced at me as she felt the change, her eyes filled with concern. I shook my head, trying to tell her I was fine. She wouldn't be able to see them from her vantage running alongside us, but my hands clenched tightly around Fable's fur told a different story.