An ominous chill seized the hearts of the Vorometallicae Legends when they noticed the faint smile that curled over General Tiberius' lips. They didn't know what it heralded, but every instinct warned them it was nothing good.
Almost immediately, they witnessed the remaining energy within the towers surge into the ground beneath the Korokor Stronghold, before radiating outward in a sprawling array of magical formations.
In the span of a heartbeat, a massive magic circle manifested—spreading across dozens of kilometers, right beneath the Vorometallicae ground forces.
Whatever excitement or bloodlust had been coursing through the Voroe abruptly drained away. The new circle crackled with energy far beyond anything those towers should have unleashed, suggesting that something—or someone—far more powerful had prepared this magical trap. The tower's energy, it seemed, had only been the final catalyst.
"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMM!"
