The green energy crackled through the air like a bolt of lightning, splitting the sky above the gorge as it descended upon Draven and his men. The light was blinding, the force of the spell sending shockwaves through the narrow passage, shaking the ground beneath their feet. Draven's heart raced as he raised his shield just in time to deflect the brunt of the attack. Around him, his soldiers did the same, but the power of the magic was unlike anything they had ever faced before.
"Hold the line!" Draven roared, his voice barely audible over the deafening roar of the spell.
The shield wall shuddered under the impact of the magical assault, the air around them shimmering with the unnatural green light. The very air seemed to hum with the raw power of the Southern Web's magic, and Draven could feel the force of it pressing down on him, threatening to crush them all.