Every tribe were facing against mass scale infestations as well as the mighty strength of the Dragon soldiers all at once.
They were all struggling but trying there best to fight back.
In one side of the battle:
Sylvia and her Nature tribe were at a severe disadvantage, their elemental weakness to bugs made them easy targets to the infestations.
The Bug soldiers unleashed an endless storm of insect swarms, crawling over the Nature soldiers' vines and biting into their skin. Every attempt to shield themselves was met with more bugs - a relentless, suffocating wave.
Sylvia screamed in pain as the bugs gnawed at her arms and legs, tearing through the leaves and vines she summoned for protection.
Her soldiers, overwhelmed, desperately tried to evade the swarm rather than fight back - their abilities were practically useless against the Bug tribe.
"Stay together! Don't let them surround you!" Sylvia yelled, though her voice wavered with panic.
She felt the stings, the biting, the unbearable sensation of being eaten alive.
Her vision blurred as the bugs surged forward - until a sudden wall of fire roared to life between her and the swarm.
Arson had arrived.
His Magma tribe - known for their ability to incinerate anything in their path - formed a protective ring around Sylvia and her army. Flames scorched the sand, creating a blazing barrier between the Nature tribe and the Bug soldiers.
But when Arson ordered his tribe to protect Sylvia's people, they hesitated.
"We don't protect them," growled one of his warriors. "They're weak, they're our enemies."
Another sneered: "Why shield a tribe we once sought to conquer?"
Arson's eyes blazed - hotter than the flames he conjured.
"If you don't follow my orders - I will burn YOU down first."
The Magma tribe, stunned by the sheer fury in his voice, finally obeyed. They redirected their fire onto the bug swarms, burning them away and creating a safe zone for the Nature tribe.
Arson stood directly in front of Sylvia, his body a blazing shield.
The bugs that had once swarmed her now disintegrated the moment they touched his flames.
Sylvia, catching her breath, looked up at him - his face, fierce yet protective, focused solely on keeping her safe.
"You're taking too much damage," Sylvia whispered, seeing the burns and stings already scarring his arms.
"I'm not the one they're trying to eat alive," Arson replied, his voice rough but steady.
The Magma tribe followed his lead, burning through the swarms to keep Sylvia's soldiers safe.
But Hax noticed.
His eyes flashed with cold fury as he saw the cooperation between the Magma and Nature tribes - a dangerous alliance forming before his very eyes.
With a snarl, he commanded his Aquatic dragons - water-wielders perfectly suited to counter the flames - to attack Arson and his tribe.
"Drown those flames," Hax growled.
A wave of water blasts surged toward Arson and his warriors, the liquid hissing against their flames.
Arson took the brunt of one blast - the water extinguishing his fire and sending him staggering back. His warriors faltered, steam rising as their flames were smothered.
Sylvia didn't hesitate.
She stepped forward against the Aquatic dragons - summoning thick, twisting vines from the sand. She even ordered her nature tribe for help who supported by shielding the magma tribe this time by summoning more vines to hold them off.
The vines lashed out at the dragons, wrapping around their limbs and sucking moisture from their scaly bodies. The once-powerful water blasts weakened as the dragons' strength drained.
Sylvia winced as stray water blasts hit her, but the damage was minor compared to the devastation Arson faced.
Plants absorbed water - it didn't hurt her, not like it did him.
"Shield the Magma tribe!" she ordered her soldiers.
The Nature tribe now turned their focus to healing.
They extended their vines toward the Magma warriors, channeling their elemental nature healing to restore the strength and heat the water had stolen from them.
Sylvia did the same for Arson, her hands glowing faintly as she pressed her palms to his burned skin.
Slowly, warmth and strength returned to him.
"Looks like I'm the one protecting you now," Sylvia teased softly.
Arson smirked, flames reigniting at his fingertips.
"We're not done yet."
As bugs and Aquatic dragons attacked together, Sylvia and Arson's tribes fought as one blended force - each tribe compensating for the other's weakness:
The Magma tribe burned through the bugs, keeping them away from the vulnerable Nature soldiers.
The Nature tribe drained water from the dragons and healed the damage done to the Magma soldiers.
At the heart of this new alliance, Arson and Sylvia stood side by side - holding hands - their connection not just symbolic, but strategic.
Their tribes - once enemies - now fought together, their combined powers forming an unbreakable balance.
And somewhere across the battlefield, Hax and Mystra watched.
Their rage grew not because of the battle itself but because the sight of fire and nature united was not looking like a good news.