Swoosh!
Figures tore through the air, descending like dark meteors cloaked in the black robes of the Gluttony Army. Their presence twisted the heat around them, cooling it into a tense, electric pressure that made the hairs on Sergine's arms stand on end. Each one radiated raw murderous intent; their eyes gleamed with a cold, insatiable greed, like predators sensing prey.
The cavern trembled under their arrival. Sparks flew as their aura clashed with the searing heat of the magma. Shadows stretched unnaturally along the walls, flickering like living specters. Even the molten rivers seemed to hiss in protest, recoiling from the malevolence in the air.
Sergine's breath caught in her throat. She felt the weight of the oncoming storm pressing down, not just the Gluttony Army, but the inevitability of the battle that was about to erupt in this infernal chamber.
