The night was deep over the Litchfield Plains.
A hundred airships silently approached Viscount Horsey's estate under the cover of darkness and mist.
Flickers of magical light occasionally flashed between the clouds, only to be quickly concealed by camouflage spells.
Aboard the airships, the warriors held their breath, hands clenched tight as they waited for the order.
Natiya stood on the flagship's deck, staring through her telescope at the pale blue protective barrier surrounding the estate below.
The barrier resembled an inverted bowl, enclosing the entire estate and the Plane Portal within.
"With a magic shield in place, magic bombs probably won't take effect immediately," Puri said in a low voice, his brows tightly furrowed.
But Natiya's lips curved into a cold smile. "That isn't a problem. Inform the warriors. Prepare the giant magic bombs."
As her order spread, three airships slowly moved directly above the estate.
At the same time, the warriors aboard the other airships swiftly adjusted the angles of their Magic Ballistas, their thick bolts gleaming faintly in the darkness.
Inside the estate, Viscount Horsey had long since gone to bed. Only the night watch soldiers and a few mages remained on patrol.
Yet one legendary warrior suddenly felt an inexplicable unease rise within him.
He frowned and fixed his gaze on the night sky above. His instincts told him danger was approaching.
But when he saw the shimmering shield high overhead, he calmed somewhat. With the shield there, even an enemy attack would give them enough time to react.
The next moment, the shield suddenly trembled.
With a thunderous boom, nearly five hundred explosive Magic Bolts fell at once, tearing through the night like a meteor shower before slamming viciously into the pale blue shield.
The curtain of light shook violently, as though countless iron hammers