Mid-air weapons collided.
The prismatic double-edged blade against the water spear.
Shattered.
Archers unleashed a dense barrage of arrows, the prophet's spell activated, humming. A large group shield three hundred meters in radius sprang up.
Clang, clang! Arrows fell thick and fast, a small number of Water Elves took the opportunity to surge towards the archery team under the cover of water.
On the other side, Felix charged alone into the midst of the shield, aiming straight for the prophet.
Sali confronted him head-on.
Gorn and others from the forest also surged forward.
The battle of the Elves was initially orderly, neat, and vast, but after order comes extremity.
They would not cease fighting until the very last moment.
The Dark Elves sought to exterminate all other Elven races.
The other Elves would rather fight to the death than surrender.
Thus, noise broke out across the sea, sky, and sandy beach.
Order turned to chaos, bloodshed ensued, battle commenced.
