"ROAR—!"
The Lionfang Beasts didn't give them a second to talk. With that one bellow, the Outland Beasts surrounding them surged in like a tide, charging Ethan's group from every direction.
Garrick reacted instantly, throwing up a protective dome and sealing everyone inside.
Ethan slashed his hand through the air.
All eighteen thralls spilled out at once and launched themselves into the swarm, ripping straight into the surrounding Outland Beasts.
Aeralon and Aerisara moved almost in sync, both unleashing the same wide-area spell—Death Tempest.
The storm of death rolled across the battlefield like a black grinder. Everything that got caught inside was shredded on the spot, bodies torn apart before they could even scream.
At the same time, the Umbral thralls raised their hands and brought down a rain of Decay.
Black droplets splattered across hide and fur. Smoke hissed up in greasy curls as the Decay power bit deep—skin sloughing off, flesh rotting in seconds.
