While Thunderbolts quickly rained down from the sky one after the other, a spellcasting speed race for survival was taking place on the ground. The evolved Clackers were trying to keep their defenses in place, while Lith was putting just as much effort to make them crumble.

Despite Lith being alone, the fight was on equal footing. Lightning wasn’t the only threat, there was also the shockwaves it produced. The Praetorians were now blind, deaf, and badly injured.

Unlike their queen, they were unable to use light magic to heal themselves. Also, by following their instinct, they shielded her to the best of their abilities. Lith exploited the situation, focusing on one of them at the time, leaving a different enemy unprotected each time a bolt of lightning struck.

The cloud Lith had conjured was small, it managed to produce only a dozen lightning bolts before returning to normal. Yet its effects were devastating. One of the Praetorians was dead, another was in agony, and the last one was severely injured.

Exploiting their blind loyalty, Lith had also exterminated the Hatchling Clackers that answered their queen’s call by throwing them in the eye of the storm. Once the lightning bolts stopped, Lith jumped out of the pit, rushing at full speed toward his enemies.

His body was infused with air magic, making him appear like a blur. The magic crystals embedded into the bastard sword harnessed part of the spell, making a small vortex cracking with lightning envelope the blade.

The Brood Mother was triggered by the noise, summoning an earth shield all around her. The Clackers’ sensory organs were still muddled by the thunderstorm, their reaction was disorganized.