The Fleshcrafter declared, "Now then, disciple... why don't you show me what your little Hydra can truly do?"
Lazek Oberon stepped back, his dark grey cloak fluttering as he leaned against a massive, protruding root of the ancient tree. His five-meter-tall calamitous chimaera stood as a silent, grotesque sentinel behind him, its multifaceted eyes, leaking thick green mana, remaining fixed on the horizon.
Its presence alone was enough to make the surrounding air heavy and stagnant, a physical weight that suppressed the weaker Feral beasts still lurking in the undergrowth.
Grandmaster Echidna and Grandmaster David stood paralysed, their primary beasts, the Stone Rhino and the Vine Deer, fearful of the sheer density of the Grandmaster's aura. Fabio, Paula, and the rest of the Wolfberg mercenary team were equally catatonic.
