With the Voroe shield-bearers eliminated, the energy towers of the Korokor Stronghold glowed to life. Within seconds, they unleashed their stored might, launching a barrage of fireballs that tore through the sky like flaming meteors.
The timing had been perfect. The shield-bearers fell so swiftly that the rest of the Voroe battalion, now packed and bunched together, was left vulnerable, scrambling to reorganize as their front line collapsed.
"BOOOOOM!" "BOOOOOM!" "BOOOOOM!" "BOOOOOM!" "BOOOOOM!" "BOOOOOM!"
Explosion after explosion thundered across the battlefield, lighting up the land with bursts of flame and smoke. Graecia's soldiers couldn't help but grin as they watched the fireballs detonate within the enemy ranks, disintegrating clusters of Voroe warriors.
Of course, there was one Greacian soldier amidst the enemy lines—but no one worried for him. Not when that man was the Depravita of Wrath, master of the Law of Space.
