The moment Velen crushed the Black Crystal in his hand, Kil'jaeden realized something was wrong.
Beneath Krokuun lay the territory of the Broken, who lived like rats. Over the past twenty-five thousand years, the demons had certainly tried to drive out these rebels who refused to obey the Burning Legion, but their sweeps had achieved little. In part, this was because the terrain of the Krokuun Mountains was simply too complex; in part, it was because there were so few Broken.
More than twenty thousand Broken sounded like a lot, but scattered throughout those shattered mountains, they were no different from a drop of ink spilled into the ocean.
None of the demons, Kil'jaeden included, had ever taken the Broken of Krokuun seriously. Nor did they believe these Broken could cause them any trouble. But now, as purple light shone simultaneously from the winding mountain fissures beneath all of Krokuun, the Great Demon was shaken to his core!
"Stop! I command you! Stop!"
He lunged at Velen. Blazing crimson flames surged out of the surrounding space like an erupting volcano, accompanied by a flashing Shadow Nova, but all were blocked by the Holy Light Barrier the old Prophet erected with a wave of his hand. The Great Demon's anger was plain to see, but at least for this moment, his anger could change nothing.
Boom!
An unimaginable purple storm of arcane power erupted from the mountains beneath the Krokuun Plains. Hundreds of thousands of Mana Bombs came together, their countless torrents of violent arcane power combining, pulling, merging, and extending until they finally became a visible mass of chaotic, frenzied energy. The instant it appeared, it tore apart the earth of Krokuun, effortlessly sweeping up the demons scurrying across the ground and shredding them.
Like a crooked purple storm, it