The Last Blood Mage

The Black Robes Mages and The Rebels

United by necessity, the mages from both sides of the conflict focused their combined magical might against the rampaging giants. The air crackled with arcane energy as spells of immense power were unleashed.

"Take this, you giant fucks!" one Emberlyn mage shouted, hurling a massive fireball that exploded against a giant's chest, scorching its stone-like skin and leaving a charred mark.

"Freeze its joints!" a Mooncrest mage yelled, casting a spell that enveloped a giant's leg in a sheath of ice. The giant bellowed in rage, its movements becoming sluggish as the ice spread, cracking under the strain of its massive size.

The battlefield was lit up with the brilliant flashes of spells and the destructive effects they wrought. Bolts of lightning streaked down from the sky, striking the giants with pinpoint accuracy, causing their muscles to spasm uncontrollably.

"Fucking hit it with everything!" screamed a Marvin soldier-turned-mage, his hands glowing with raw energy as he unleashed a bar