The battlefield quieted for a brief moment, the clash of weapons and cries of warriors fading into the background as Ashen stood over the defeated general. His heart raced, adrenaline still pumping through his veins, but he knew this was only a temporary respite. The Ironclad Dominion's forces were scattered, disoriented by the loss of their leader, yet they hadn't fully retreated. If he didn't act swiftly, they could regroup and continue their assault.
Ashen tightened his grip on his staff, feeling the immense power of the Elemental Cataclysm spell coursing through him. It was a spell of unparalleled destruction, one that could decimate entire armies in a single strike. But with such power came great risk—if not controlled properly, it could cause as much harm to his own forces as to the enemy.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!