The Ukaians went silent. Even their beasts hesitated for a few minutes. Nothing about this was normal. Ukai summoners altered beasts, guided them, nurtured them. Their craft was intimate, careful. Almost like a partnership.
But this was different. This was nature turned into pure horror. Nyxes died way faster than before. Faster than when dozens of beasts and tamers fought. The clearing filled with drifting ash that glowed softly against rain. Some fog kept trying to creep back in, but Enya's movement kept carving it away. It was almost as if she created her own weather.
Enya quickly vaulted off a vine and landed between a bear and a cluster of Nyxes, like she couldn't get tired. The bear was huge, scales cracked with old scars, breathing heavy. A Nyx slammed into its side and swung, trying to cut through the scales. The bear roared, staggered, and almost fell.
