The Battle Builds (Part Two)

The torrential rain had almost become a waterfall, scouring an endless forest and the mountains. Lightning flashed intermittently through the low, black clouds, tearing apart the darkness and unleashing deafening thunder.

Even through the rain, the pillar of light remained clearly visible, and the furious roars of Treefolk rang out from time to time.

The hastily built altar stood three meters high. Three flames gushed from its center, with only one still unlit, and a golden coffin rested in the middle.

Magical symbols covered the altar, each one radiating light.

"My lord Xia Bिनaita, we have arrived," a female elf in black robes prayed softly within the altar's bounds.

"This aura belongs to the domains of water, earth, and plants. Such powerful domains!" A moment later, a sigh came from the golden coffin atop the altar.

The heavy coffin lid, carved with countless runes, slid aside, and a man sat up.

The dozens of Elves nearby immediately knelt in reverence and submission. An indescribable mystery permeated the air.

"Your Highness Xia Bिनaita, is it safe for you to come out?" the elf girl asked.

Xia Bिनaita opened his eyes. "Aizka has fully unfurled his divine domain, enveloping this forest. He is now making an all-out push to ignite his divine fire."

"Since the wind domain has not yet been broken, look—this has already enraged the world. At a time like this, with the altar protecting me, I will escape its notice."

No sooner had he spoken than violent gales erupted in the sky, swelling from small vortices into dozens of columns of black wind. They stood upright in the air, slowly advancing.

Wherever the wind columns passed, all the nearby trees were sucked upward, sending countless branches and leaves flying.

The columns hurtled straight toward the golden pillar of light