Late Fight

Crackle. Crackle. Crackle.

White broken lines covered the Dormant Lord's right arm, dense energy rising from his feet, unleashing a powerful pressure on the area around him.

Tiny grains of sand, millions coating the dark lands around the fortress slightly trembled with every step he took, yet they were not his target.

The One-Eyed Serpent Archers had made a serious mistake of trying to destroy the Dormant Lord after he had handled the Flame Raider.

Sure, given his past attack, it's possible that the Dormant Lord would soon storm the fortress, but he would do so from the side of the bridge where the Phantoms would face him.

However... now the Dormant Lord had a clear objective, to destroy the northern wall and kill the archers who decided to attack him at his moment of weakness.

The Grim Warro watching this scene grinned widely. Resources and energy didn't interest him as much as chaos, and destroying one of the walls was a good place to start.