The white fire coming from within and without the Fringe advanced in every direction like a tidal wave, forcing the Tree's forces to retreat until they reached the first layer of arrays untouched by Orulm's spells.
The Primordial Flames consumed the ruined arrays faster than the World Tree could weave the necessary spells to restore them. The missing runes made the self-repair protocols fail and the energy leaked out of the magic circles before it could reach its intended target.
The layers of magical formations damaged by the Break-infused spells collapsed, creating a safe space inside the Fringe that expanded as the Primordial Flames devoured every bit of the World Tree's mana.
"Fall back!" Az'mar, the temporary leader of the Chroniclers, had the Librarians and regular elves take cover behind the massive Wood Golems.
Unless the World Tree Awakened them, elves were stuck to the bright blue. Even from behind the cover of the protective arrays, the heat wave released by the roaring Primordial Flames was beyond what a non-Awakened elf could survive.
The offensive of the Firestarters squadron pushed the magical formations to their limits and blackened the external layer of the wooden constructs.
"Converge and connect!" Upon Az'mar's command, the Golems formed groups of seven. Tendrils sprouted from their arms that intertwined with each other, forming a perfect circle whose surface was covered in runes of power.
Thanks to the Yggdrasil wood comprising the Golems and the world energy they absorbed from the Fringe, they completed a second volley of Silverwing's Annihilation just a few seconds after Orulm had neutralized the first.
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"Shieldbearers, now!" Golden Dragons in human form Blinked in front of the Firestarters who in turn manipulated the Origin Flames to keep them from harming their brethren.
There was no time to regroup and conjure enough Silverwing's Bastions to cover for the Fire Dragons. Gentor and his children raised their arms and wrapped their wings around their bodies as they activated their bloodline ability, Golden Radiance.
The mana coursing through their bodies fused with their scales, flesh, and blood, making them incapable of wielding even chore magic tricks. At the same time, however, the frozen mana made the Golden Dragons resistant to spells as if they were truly made out of gold.
The barrage of Annihilations was reflected and scattered in all directions, but even though the elemental effects could do the Golden Dragons no harm, the kinetic energy they carried had no such problem.
On top of that, by solidifying their own mana, the Wyrms had become incapable of circulating the elements to use fusion magic or heal themselves. Wings snapped like twigs, scales were ripped off, and bones broke.
The Golden Dragons stepped back as a second line of Wyrms infused with Life Maelstrom took their place. It still wasn't enough to stop the Annihilations but it bought time for the first line of Golden Dragons to recover with Invigoration while the third line prepared to take point.
Like water hitting a reef, the power of the anti-Guardian spells was scattered by the Golden Dragons and consumed by the Origin Flames until the Annihilations faded out.
The World Tree cursed, noticing that no Wyrm had died. Many Golden Dragons were severely injured but they would recover faster than the now-drained elves.
"Phase three!" Tezka and his equipment grew in size, reaching 50 meters (166') of height.
Enough to be bigger than the Golems but not so much to dilute his powers and offer an easy target. He cast his Eldritch Tier spell, Chaos Dimension, exactly in the middle of the dimensional rift.
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