The valley beneath Snake Mountain became a cauldron of chaos.
The moment Queen Eli's order rang through the hidden halls, great bronze doors slammed open along the mountainside, and from the darkness, the Naga and Medusa warriors surged forth in a flood of scales and steel.
The Grand Order soldiers, already shaking from the mind-warping mist, raised their weapons—but the first wave struck like a storm.
A Naga leapt high, her tail snapping around a man's neck with bone-crushing force. He barely had time to scream before his head lolled lifelessly, his sword clattering to the ground.
But these were not common soldiers.
As their commander's earlier orders still rang in their ears, they let their soul energy flare—inky shadows crawling up their arms, dark sigils glowing along the lengths of their blades. Some swung swords wreathed in black fire, others hurled spears coated in soul-corroding mist, and a few unleashed jagged arcs of soul lightning that scorched the stone.
