Control
Control your character’s movement with WASD, aim and fire using the mouse, press M to access the menu, or utilize touch screen controls for mobile play.
description
Beneath the blood-red skies of the Ember Wastes, Korrak the Unquenchable bathes the battlefield in liquid fire. This former ruler’s gambit for eternal life fused his soul with a volcanic crucible, leaving a primal entity that sculpts molten rivers with each thunderous step. Fighters dance across crumbling obsidian plates as his magma geysers erupt, knowing one misstep melts bone. The real killer lingers in the air itself—a searing miasma that cooks invaders from within until they shatter glowing blue crystals embedded in the rock, buying precious seconds of relief. Only those who master the rhythm of eruption and cooling will live long enough to strike the magma core beating in his chest. At the frostbitten crown of the Frostspire Peaks, silence reigns—until Sylas the Hollowed Glacier’s crystalline claws screech across eternal ice. His calculated movements betray the archmage he once was, now reduced to a soul-less engine of entropy after botched cryomancy rituals. Sheer walls of ice spike from the ground without warning, trapping the unwary in suffocating sarcophagi. To crack his diamond-hard hide, warriors must parry his homing ice spears back at him—a deadly game of mirrored aggression. Survival hinges on memorizing terrain during fleeting lulls in his blizzards, for the next whiteout could leave you stumbling into bottomless crevasses. The Verdant Labyrinth’s oppressive humidity sticks to your lungs as you push through carnivorous foliage toward Nyratha the Rootmother. What began as a druid’s attempt to heal a plague-ridden forest birthed this chlorophyll-fueled nightmare—her once-human form now a writhing mass of thorns and toxic spores. Every snapped branch releases airborne neurotoxins, blurring reality as colossal vine tendrils collapse the maze around you. Fire becomes a double-edged sword; burn too recklessly and the oxygen-starved arena becomes your coffin. Victory lies in calculated pyromania—igniting gas vents to incinerate her biomass clusters while avoiding setting the very air ablaze. Your boots sink into the black sands of the Soulforged Abyss as the ground quakes—not from movement, but from the gravitational pull of Onyxar the Worldbreaker materializing. Forged from the shattered weapons of fallen armies, this titan exists solely to test warriors’ resolve. Each colossal hammer swing warps space itself, bending trajectories mid-air. Deflecting his attacks requires exploiting micro-tears in reality—striking the glowing fractures on his armor during the milliseconds his own power backflows. The true test comes in the final phase, when he splits into three copies, each echoing past adversaries’ signature moves. Only those who’ve truly mastered every prior battle can decipher the patterns and land the killing blow before the arena collapses into a singularity.
