The Vastness of Magical Destiny

Like hammers the size of baskets continuously clashing together, thunder filled the sky, mixed with countless flashes of lightning falling like meteor showers upon Homer’s army, directed by Komer and Rebury. Mud splattered, and corpses littered the ground.

Although the Homer soldiers were trained in defensive magic, this kind of attack was beyond imagination, akin to an unbearable nightmare.

Lightning strikes accompanied by overwhelming currents bombarded Homer’s army incessantly. With almost no shelter, the soldiers futilely lifted their shields to guard themselves, but these metal shields only drew more intense bombardment. Soldiers fell in swathes, their scorched bodies emitting a ghastly stench, while the ground was pocked with craters formed by lightning, resembling a hell on earth.

The Homer soldiers could only persevere under the commands of their officers, relying on stringent military discipline. Their only hope was that this wave of magic assault wouldn’t last too long, allowing them to survive this ordeal.

Facing such an advantage, the Half-beast soldiers, who should have followed the plan and attacked, were stunned into inactivity. The terrifying attack power displayed by the "Thunder Shock" magic array was beyond their comprehension. Though they had previously been briefed and had witnessed magic attacks on a smaller scale, the immense power and fear it evoked caused them to not dare take a single step forward; they could only huddle and tremble, holding their spears and shields to maintain formation.

While the Half-beast soldiers were slow to launch their attack, the near-cataclysmic magic attack of "Thunder Shock" had drained the will of three thousand Homer soldiers. Despite their resilience and strict discipline, they couldn’t hold out long under the indescribable onslaught. When the fiercest strike of the massive spell created a ten-yard radius of collapsed ground in the center of their formation, the Army of Homer finally broke and began to flee. Once the first soldier fled, a rout quickly ensued.

When the Half-beast officers saw the great number of Homer soldiers fleeing, they snapped out of their trance and furiously ordered their men to surge forward in pursuit. The scene from the battle of Banassia nearly replayed itself exactly as before, except this time, the victors were the Half-beastmen, and those fleeing were the Homer soldiers.

Standing silently atop a hill, watching this scene unfold, it was clear the war had lost all suspense. Homer’s army, having collapsed across the front, had lost all will to fight. The previously timid Half-beast soldiers had become the fiercest of predators.