Silence.
Cold sweat dripped down faces. Some of the weaker races—the goblins, the fairies had collapsed entirely, their bodies trembling, their minds overwhelmed.
The dragon queen's face was pale. Her pride had been wounded, yes, but more than that, she was afraid.
She had never—not once in her long life felt so completely outclassed.
But she was not one to back down.
"E-Even if we can't take you one on one..."
She said, her voice steady despite her trembling hands.
"...what if every single one of us pounced on you at once? What would you do then?"
The other leaders stirred.
The ogre queen raised her weapon. The centaur leader shifted into a combat stance. The vampire queen's daggers gleamed.
The beastkin growled. The lamia queen's coils tightened. The dryad's vines writhed.
Luca looked at them, and his smile widened.
"I'm sorry to say...but that won't work either."
Boom!
Pressure—intense, overwhelming, suffocating crashed down on them like a physical force.
