CHAPTER 1.3.3

He turned to the others and shouted as loud as he could, "everybody, hold on to something!" he stomped the ceramic tiling and tightened the tendons in his arms, screaming at the top of his lungs he had no intentions of masking his effort. It took a moment before the floor begun overturning, lifting the floor of the building up and tilting the room towards the doors. He had a form of Earth magic where he could manipulate the physical structure of something without breaking its integrity. The humongous table begun sliding towards the doors, smashing through whatever was on its way, the undead knights were still at the entrance so they had nowhere to hide. The heavy steel banquet table rammed into them, tossing them outside the castle, what was left of the army was manageable, and Sigrid Hermon got straight to work, slicing whatever was left of the army, but another wave was approaching.

"We have to retreat, there's too much of them!" he shouted back.

As the fighting went on the other