Chapter 2661
“Please, you and that Dragon are pathetic one-trick ponies. You can’t do squat from a distance and the other one is useless in close-quarters combat.” M’Rael said to the Void.

One brief moment of distraction was all it took to make the delicate balance of the fight collapse.

When Morok stopped in mid-air to turn around and dart toward Ajatar, he became a fixed target long enough to also be easy prey.

The arrows coming at his back exploded before hitting their mark thanks to the elemental stream coming from his V-shaped bones, but the resulting explosion sent him spinning like a top.

The following volley of arrows reached its target, piercing and sticking to his armor until he looked like a porcupine. The tier five spells they were imbued with kicked the Tyrant off the sky, filling the air with a mist comprised of his own flesh and blood.

Nalrond’s constructs froze when he looked over his shoulder, allowing the elves to surround him, and Friya missed the timing to rescue him because she was looking back too.

Morok’s scream made Quylla lose her focus, but at least she had the quick wit to retreat instead of standing still and released all the spells she had at the ready as cover fire.