Whisker raised his arm as his eyes glowed crimson.
"Open."
The massive, ancient-looking gate behind him creaked, before snapping open with a violent jolt.
From its depths, grotesque beasts, wild, twisted, and fearsome, spilled out in a relentless wave.
They crashed into the army of Eldros with overwhelming force, sending shockwaves blasting out.
The beasts tore through the army without hesitation. Fierce jaws clamped down on skulls, razor-sharp claws carved through bodies as though they were nothing more than soft bark.
Still, a faint frown formed on Whisker's face a moment later.
Though his beasts clearly had the upper hand, Eldros' clones seemed endless. For every one he tore apart, several more took its place as though the forest itself was birthing them.
His manifestation allowed him to summon only the corpses of beasts he had killed, which meant his numbers were finite.
