"Attack!!" Captain Elyria shouted, her voice cracking through the air like thunder.
The mages moved as one.
Five of them surged forward, forming a half-circle and raising a shimmering golden barrier—layered, reinforced, unbreakable by human hands. The others spread out behind them, channeling spells from afar, their incantations weaving together like a symphony of destruction.
Daemon dashed forward, his speed blurring his form.
BAM!
He slammed his fist into the barrier.
The guards flinched but held formation, reinforcing the shield with chants and mana.
"Don't let him in!" Elyria barked.
From the flanks, three guards released a coordinated attack—massive fireballs swirling with compressed heat and wind, hurling through the air like comets.
Daemon flipped back, barely dodging the blast as it scorched the earth behind him. Smoke filled the field.
He hit the ground running again.
And punched the shield a second time, harder.
Elyria smirked from behind the front line.
