The battlefield raged like an unrelenting storm, every tribe locked in a desperate struggle against the combined wrath of Hax and Mystra.
Despite their unity, the tribes fought an uphill battle — every time they gained ground, a blast of Hax’s dragons’ power or a surge of Mystra’s swarming insects forced them back. It was a relentless rhythm of advance and resistance.
At the center of the chaos, Queen Veyra and her Aqua tribe stood as a wall between order and annihilation. Her soldiers, moving like flowing rivers, used their mastery over water not only to strike but also to extinguish flames, smother insects, and shield their allies.
Veyra, calm yet fierce, commanded with precision — torrents of water coiling and striking wherever her gaze landed. She drowned swarms of insects in vortexes and doused the fires raging from both the Magma tribe and the burning earth beneath them.
But then the tide shifted.
Hax’s aquatic dragons unleashed water blasts that rushed through through unpredictably in comparison to aqua tribe soldiers— water that cut like blades and shattered shields.
Even Veyra’s waves rippled under their assault.
“These waters... they are draconic, filled with raw power.” she murmured, eyes narrowing. "They lack our flow."
Raising her hands, Veyra summoned the true power of her element. The battlefield trembled as a vast current surged around her, her aura glowing with sapphire light. The Aqua tribe followed her lead, redirecting the dragons’ attacks, turning their own streams back against them by an overwhelming wave of seas.
The dragons roared as their power began to recoil upon them — Veyra’s mastery allowing her to bend and redirect the draconic aqua energy, not merely withstand it.
Still, their sheer strength pressed on.
Sylvia appeared at her side, roots bursting through the soaked ground.
“We can use this,” she said, her voice firm despite the chaos. “Your waters soften the soil — mine can bind it.”
She thrust her palms forward, and vines surged through the wet earth, wrapping around the legs of a few aquatic dragons. The creatures struggled, their movements slowed as water from Veyra’s soldiers hit them at high speeds along the vines.
“Now!” Sylvia shouted.
Veyra responded instantly — a spiral of water burst upward, striking the trapped dragons square in the chest. The blast hurled them back, crashing through a cluster of Mystra’s insect swarms.
The two rulers exchanged a brief nod — their elements flowing in harmony, nature and water working as one.
But victory was far from certain.
From the opposite side, Hax’s thunderous laughter shook the air. His colossal dragon form loomed through the mist, wings unfurling like storm clouds.
“Veyra,” he sneered, “you twist rivers and think yourself powerful? My dragons are not bound by nature. They are born of my will — and my will is infinite.”
Veyra’s expression remained calm, though a ripple of fury crossed her eyes.
“Then your will,” she replied, “will drown beneath the tide you unleashed.”
She then noticed Arson and Magma tribe holding back an overwhelming force of stone dragons as well as huge waves of infestations and whispered to Sylvia. "The Magma tribe needs your support."
Sylvia immediately sensing the urgency, summoned her Nature tribe soldiers who were scattered across the battlefield and united them in front of the magma tribe, fending off the stone dragons with their vines, letting Arson focus on the bugs.
From there on, Arson fought beside Sylvia, flames roaring as he clashed with another bug swarm. His Magma tribe, held the line, their fire battling the the endless bugs that swarmed around them protecting the nature tribe.
Then, in a sudden and terrifying display, Mystra raised both her arms, and the bugs pouring from her body surged into a massive wave, forming a writhing, living wall of insects. The swarm rushed forward like a tsunami, devouring everything in its path — soldiers, elemental blasts, even chunks of the battlefield itself.
Sylvia's eyes widened. “No… no, no, no—”
“Get back!” Arson shouted, grabbing her hand and pulling her behind a wall of flame as the bug wave surged toward them.
Veyra reacted instantly, forming a massive whirlpool of water in front of her, sucking in hundreds of the bugs — but there were too many. Her soldiers did their best to assist, but the sheer volume of insects was overwhelming.
Even Glacius and Peggy, fighting on the other side of the battlefield, could feel the ground quivering beneath the infestation.
Glacius growled. “We can't hold this much longer.”
Peggy, darting between soldiers and healing them with her fairy elemental power, shook her head. “They’re endless… they just keep coming.”
Dune, standing amidst the chaos, gritted his teeth. “If we don’t end this soon, they’ll tear the entire battlefield apart,” he muttered.
And yet, despite the overwhelming odds, there was no sign of surrender from the united tribes.