Chapter 88: Darkan vs Silver VI
The battlefield commanded by Tasha was a maelstrom of chaos and triumph. It was the only front where the Darkan forces held a consistent advantage since the conflict’s inception.
This sprawling arena was the largest of the war’s fronts, teeming with elite warriors from both the Darkan and Silver factions. The air crackled with the energy of clashing powers of the ground forces with the relentless barrage of fire and wind, and above, the sky churned with ominous clouds, their dark masses illuminated by flashes of searing light and the occasional roar of draconic flame.
Tasha stood at the heart of the battlefield, her eyes blazing with determination. Her lithe form gleamed under the flickering light of the storm above. Beside her stood the head of the Red Fang, a grizzled warrior in the seventh star, his weathered face etched with the scars of countless battles.
His presence exuded authority, and his crimson cloak billowed in the wind as he turned to Tasha, his brow furrowed. "Young lady, what are you implying?" he asked, his voice a low rumble that carried over the battlefield.
Tasha’s gaze was unwavering as she outlined her strategy. "Dragons shoot fire into the clouds to charge them with energy. Half the Red Fang should fire disrupting arrows to destabilize the Silver defenses, while the rest direct the lightning strikes." Her voice was steady, her words precise as she drew on tactics previously used against the outliers and the blood deplorables. "The lightning from the clouds will amplify our power, and the arrows will break their control."
The Red Fang commander mulled over her words, his eyes narrowing as he considered the plan. After a moment, he nodded. "FORMATION!" he roared, his voice echoing like thunder across the battlefield.
The Darkan forces snapped into action with disciplined precision. Archers raised their bows, their arrows tipped with enchantments that shimmered with a faint, malevolent glow. Above, dragons soared, their massive forms weaving through the storm clouds as they unleashed torrents of fire into the heavens. The flames mingled with the clouds, charging them with volatile energy that crackled with latent power.
The Silver forces were caught off guard by the unconventional tactic but still scrambled to reinforce their defenses. Their commanders barked orders, and shimmering barriers of divine energy sprang up, pulsating with silvery light. But as the Darkan arrows struck, the enchantments woven into their tips unraveled the Silver barriers, causing them to flicker and falter. Soldiers plummeted from the sky, their wyverns already outmatched by the Darkan dragons, spiraling out of control, further adding to their damage. The Silvers struggled to maintain their grip on the battlefield, their wyverns bucking against the forced control imposed by their riders.
The Silver commanders, recognizing the futility of maintaining their failing barriers, ordered a retreat to dodge the onslaught. For a moment, the rain of arrows ceased, and a tense silence fell over the battlefield. The Silver commander opened his mouth to rally his troops. "Atta—"