Chapter 102 - Infernal Reach
Atlas stood at the very edge of the island, flanked by his elite subordinates on either side. To his right stood Morganna, Edrik, Baldric, and Kurogasa, while on his left were Lyrassa, Karian, Milo, and Mira.
Behind them, the combat units were lined up neatly, organized into their four respective teams.
The enemy island drew nearer, its features sharpening with every moment. As it approached, its vastness became undeniable, significantly larger than Gacha Haven. The densely built structures hinted at a Lord who had endured numerous battles and had developed their domain into a formidable stronghold.
This time, the two islands hovered at the same altitude, a clear indicator of an impending all-out confrontation. As they closed the distance, the warzone began to materialize in the space between them. Massive chunks of earth ascended from the void, stretching and intertwining to form a bridge. A battleground that connected the two islands at their very center.
The battle, however, would not commence for another 10 minutes. Until then, neither side could engage in combat. Still, the Lords could step into the warzone and meet in the center if they wished, although a protective barrier remained in place, preventing any hostilities before the appointed time.
From the opposing side, their Lord became visible, a figure standing at the forefront and dead center. It was Ragnor of The Infernal Reach.
A towering human warrior, he had long, flowing blonde hair and wore black armor streaked with molten red veins. In his hands, he carried a massive flaming greathammer.
One striking detail about him, however, was his golden hair. It seemed to slightly undermine the intimidating aura of his hulking physique and his fearsome armor.
Atlas watched as Ragnor descended from his island and strode confidently into the warzone. In response, Atlas stepped down from his own island and began to approach as well.
Atlas was clad in his Nightfall Sentinel Armor Set, a suit of obsidian-black armor with blue accents radiating an ethereal glow of energy. He had also paired it with the Mana Glider Cloak, which draped over his arms, shoulders, and back, adding a commanding elegance to his already formidable appearance.
The two Lords walked slowly until they met at the center of the warzone.
Atlas’s troops stood with stern and determined gazes, their focus evident. Meanwhile, the opposing forces appeared much more relaxed, some wearing faint smirks and even letting out quiet chuckles. Their demeanor made it clear, they underestimated the smaller force before them, whose numbers seemed barely a quarter of their own.