TL;DR - Two dragons, Warez and Razew, watch a battle until the losing side weakens. They then unleash their powerful elemental magic (fire, plants, lightning, earth, ice) to turn the tide and win the battle for the opposing side.

The sun beat down on the battlefield, turning the air thick and heavy and setting emotions at an all-time high. Warez, crouched low beside Razew, watched below them, the clash of steel and roar of spells echoed across the dusty plains. Humans and fantastical creatures, divided by an unseen line, battled for supremacy.

For hours, the tide of war swayed back and forth. Spells carved glowing lines in the air, meeting with the clang of swords and the thud of axes. Dust devils danced around the fallen, a grim ballet in the oppressive heat. Razew gets antsy wanting to jump in on the “fun” but Warez has to keep reminding his familiar that now is not the time, soon he’ll have his moment to shine. Yet, a slow but steady retreat began on one side. Their once-proud formations faltered, desperation flickering in their eyes.

Sensing the shift, Warez nudged Razew. A silent understanding passed between them. With a powerful jump and beat of one’s wings, both dragons launched into the fray. Warez, a master of elemental magic, unleashed a torrent of fire. A fiery wave of Pyromancy engulfed enemy lines, sending screams and the stench of burning flesh into the air. But Warez wasn't finished. From his hands erupted a torrent of green painting the ground – Chloromancy. Thick vines erupted from the scorched earth, ensnaring and tripping fleeing foes, and the sticking of sharp thorns pierced through flesh and armor.

Razew roared in response, as a wall of earth magic rose from the ground, halting the enemy's advance, before ice erupted from his maw in a deadly dance. The remaining enemy forces were caught screaming and hollering between Warez's scorching flames and Razew's chilling hail. Lightning, a shared mastery between the dragons, crackled from the sky, adding to the chaotic symphony of their attack.

The tide turned with a vengeance. The once-confident enemy forces crumbled under the onslaught. They scattered in disarray, pursued by the invigorated defenders. The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting long shadows across the battlefield. By the time the last embers of the setting sun faded, the battle was over. The air hung heavy with the smell of victory, tinged with the metallic tang of blood.

Warez and Razew landed amidst the cheers of the victors. Their powerful stance cast a sense of awe and gratitude over the weary soldiers. As the first stars emerged and scattered across the velvet night sky, a shared roar rose from the two dragons – a song of victory that echoed across the battlefield, a testament to their power and the turning point of the war.

🎨   lady-darkstreak 🎨