Chapter 478: The Dragonbane, Oshnyr
Hollow Shade… Western Wall… The Molten Gate…
Elzri watched as the army of shades swarmed the dragonbanes, swallowing them up in a mass of black souls. It should have been over, no one, not even a god should have survived such an endless onslaught. And yet, as the shades slowly ate away at dragonbanes’ bodies, the dragonbanes fed on the souls of the shades, growing in power until not even the thousands of shades could harm them.
It shouldn’t have been possible. Elzri had stood in disbelief as the dragonbanes attacked in a blinding blast of white and black light.
The dome had shattered underneath the otherworldly flames. The last thing Elzri had heard was Holo screaming to take cover. She pulled them both to the ground. Even though the void flames hadn’t been directly aimed in their direction, the resulting blast swept away the surrounding area, sending hundreds of soldiers careening to their deaths.
The roar of the flames drowned out the dying screams of Elzri’s soldiers. The wall underneath him shook and it took all his strength to stop himself from being thrown back.
As the smoke began to clear, a high-pitched noise rattled in Elzri’s ears. He blinked several times and looked around. Holo was nowhere to be seen. Ash covered his skin. Blood dripped from his fingertips where he had held on to the ground too tightly.
He felt weak, chills running through his body as if he was running a fever. Whatever attack the dragonbanes had done, it had been more than flames. He had felt his mana drain from his body as the dragonbanes’s chests swelled with power, right before the attack.
Grey magic excelled in drain spells, but the caster had to always be within touching distance. This had come from the dragonbanes, a hundred paces above them.
Elzri had experienced Grey drain spells before, but this was far worse, far more potent as if his organs were being ripped out of him.