Drakan's Defeat

“Spread out!”

Drakan’s voice, amplified by the mana stone he wielded, cut through the chaos like a blade. His fury was palpable, igniting a sense of urgency among his troops.

“Now!”

At last, his command reached the ears of his soldiers, and they sprang into action. The vast expanse of the plains provided enough room for the large army to maneuver, and they scattered in all directions, desperately seeking to avoid becoming easy targets for the flying machines above.

The soldiers scattered across the battlefield, creating considerable distance between them. The explosions, while powerful, were not as large as they seemed; it was the sheer force of the blasts that had caused such devastation.

“Shoot them down!” Drakan commanded his archers, frustration simmering beneath the surface. He longed to cast a barrier spell to shield his troops, but he hadn’t yet mastered that particular magic.

With a coordinated effort, numerous enhanced arrows were launched into the air, aimed at the peculiar