The battle raged like an unstoppable storm, with every tribe pouring their elemental powers into the battlefield. Flames clashed with swarms, water blasts collided with bursts of ice, vines tangled with the hardened scales of dragons — a chaotic, raw display of elemental might.
Hax, his massive dragon form looming over the battlefield, let out a thunderous roar that sent shockwaves through the sand, making the ground tremble.
His scales, tougher than steel, reflected the glimmer of flames and lightning as he moved like a walking catastrophe. Every step cracked the ground, sending ripples of force through the sand.
Beside him, Mystra was an endless nightmare, her body a hive of activity as bugs continuously crawled out from beneath her skin, spreading like a dark tide.
Every time a dragon soldier fell or a member of the other tribes struggled, her bugs swarmed, biting and injecting their venom. The battlefield seemed alive and not in a comforting way. It pulsed and shifted under the crawling mass of insects she controlled.
Despite the combined efforts of the Sand, Aqua, Magma, Nature, Ice, Thunder, Metal, and even the Poison tribe, neither Hax nor Mystra showed any signs of backing down.
They were relentless, their powers a terrifying combination of raw strength and overwhelming numbers.
At one point, Hax smirked, his voice a deep rumble that echoed across the battlefield. “Is this the best the so-called ‘united tribes’ have to offer? Even the Poison tribe fled like cowards.” His words were a direct jab at Wine and his soldiers, who had retreated earlier, observing from a distance.
Sylvia, standing beside Arson, gritted her teeth. “He’s taunting us… trying to break our resolve.”
Arson, his flames burning even brighter in response, growled, “Let him talk. He’ll be the one begging for mercy when we’re done.”
Meanwhile, the battlefield remained a chaotic blur of elemental attacks.
The Aqua tribe soldiers launched continuous water blasts at the bug swarms, trying to wash them away, while the Magma tribe used intense flames to burn any insects that got too close. The Nature tribe did their best to shield their allies with thick vines and roots, pulling injured soldiers to safety and using their elemental healing abilities to keep everyone standing.
The Ice tribe soldiers, following Glacius’ lead, froze sections of the battlefield, trying to slow down the bug swarms’ advance. The Fairy tribe soldiers following Peggy's lead were using there magic and respective attacks to fend off as much as possible with Peggy using her light beams to hit bugs and dragons alike.
While the Metal tribe strategically reinforced their defenses, using their advanced technology to create temporary barriers and weapons.
Even the Thunder tribe, led by Raiken, struck down groups of bugs and dragons alike with fierce lightning strikes, their electricity lighting up the dark battlefield like a deadly storm.
Dune, observing the destruction caused by the combined power of Hax and Mystra, clenched his fists. He wasn’t just worried about the battle — he was worried about his territory and the civilians caught in the crossfire.
The constant quakes from Hax’s movements and the endless bug infestations from Mystra were spreading further, reaching the borders of nearby Sand tribe districts.
The longer this battle raged, the more the Sand territory itself suffered.
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The battlefield was a chaotic blend of elemental fury, but despite their relentless efforts, the united tribes struggled to gain any ground against the devastating combination of Hax and Mystra.
It was as if an unstoppable force had met an unyielding swarm — pure destruction and infestation intertwined.
Hax, with his massive dragon form, roared again, sending a powerful blast of scorching air that rippled through the battlefield, knocking back soldiers from every tribe.
The Magma tribe resisted the heat but staggered at the force, while the others — Nature, Ice, and Metal — struggled to keep their footing. The Sand tribe warriors, guided by Dune, quickly erected sand barriers to absorb the shockwave, but the damage was already done.
Mystra, with a cruel smirk, let thousands of insects pour from her arms like rivers of darkness. They scurried along the ground, wings buzzing, jaws snapping, seeking out any soldier who faltered.
The bugs relentlessly gnawed at armor, injecting venom into anyone unfortunate enough to be caught. Several Nature tribe members screamed in agony, their elemental connection to plant life making them especially vulnerable to Mystra’s swarm.
Sylvia, holding her ground beside Arson, desperately lashed out with her vines, grabbing soldiers and pulling them to safety. But for every bug she crushed, ten more seemed to emerge. Her usually calm demeanor was cracking, her breaths ragged as she struggled against the overwhelming numbers.
Arson's flames flared violently, burning any insect that got too close, but even he was beginning to realize the danger. His Magma tribe soldiers were doing their best, but they were still taking damage from Hax’s aquatic dragons, who continued to bombard them with powerful water blasts.
The moment Arson stepped forward to counter the aquatic dragons with a surge of flame, Hax’s voice cut through the chaos like a blade.
“You think your fire will save you, Prince of Flames?” Hax growled. “It’s pathetic. You stand there, clinging to your little flower for support, but even together, you’re no match for me.”
His words were a direct jab at Arson and Sylvia’s united front. Arson’s flames flared even brighter at the insult, his fury boiling over, but Sylvia placed a hand on his arm.
“Don’t let him get to you,” she whispered. “He’s trying to break us.”
Arson’s jaw clenched, but he nodded, his flames simmering just enough to stay controlled.
Meanwhile, the other tribes were fighting their own fierce battles.
Glacius unleashed freezing storms, coating sections of the battlefield in ice. He ordered his Ice tribe soldiers to focus on slowing down the bug swarms, freezing entire clusters at once — but the bugs just kept coming. Mystra's endless infestation seemed unstoppable.
Peggy flew above the chaos, using her fairy elemental powers to neutralize venom and heal soldiers who had been stung by the swarm. She worked frantically, flitting from one injured warrior to another, but the sheer number of wounded was growing.
Dune remained a steady presence, raising walls of sand to shield the tribes and reinforcing their defenses. His focus was split between keeping the battle from spilling further into Sand tribe territory and directing his soldiers to strike when openings appeared.
Raiken and his Thunder tribe launched a barrage of lightning strikes, aiming for Mystra's larger bugs and Hax's dragon soldiers. The electrified blasts illuminated the battlefield, but neither of the enemy leaders seemed phased.
Then came Wine and his Poison tribe, still watching the battle from a distance. Hidden behind a ridge, Wine observed every move — calculating, scheming. He saw the perfect storm of chaos and knew this wasn’t his fight… yet.
His soldiers, a blend of various tribes who had taken his poison drug, stood at the ready, but Wine had no intention of charging in without an advantage.
“Let them wear each other down,” he muttered to himself, his lips curling into a sly smile. “When the titans fall, the poison will rise.”
Back on the battlefield, things took a darker turn.
Hax and Mystra, sensing the battle wasn't ending quickly enough, exchanged a brief glance. Without a word, they both unleashed their full elemental power.
Hax roared, and a massive shockwave erupted from him, sending soldiers from every tribe flying. His dragon scales glowed with a dark, aquatic sheen, and his elemental blasts of pressurized water surged across the battlefield, strong enough to carve through rock and sand alike.
At the same time, Mystra raised her arms, and the insects flowing from her seemed to multiply tenfold — a tidal wave of bugs blanketed the battlefield, devouring everything in their path.
Arson shielded Sylvia with his flames, burning back the swarm, but even his fire couldn't hold them off forever.
Sylvia tightened her grip on his arm. “We can't win like this,” she said. “Not without a plan.”
Arson's jaw tightened. “Then we need to hit them where it hurts.”