As Julian's arrows rained down from above, those on the ground already sensed the looming catastrophe.
The battlefield shifted in an instant. Moments earlier, the monstrous beasts had charged with terrifying momentum. Now, one by one, they began to retreat. With a flicker of distortion, the shapeshifters reverted to their original forms—massive serpents—bolting for the exits in a frenzied stampede. A chain reaction followed. In a heartbeat, the entire pit was filled with over a hundred thousand Blackscale Serpents.
Their sudden emergence crushed the scattered fire oil pouches on the ground, dousing their enormous bodies in volatile liquid.
"Sigil of the Wild Legion… Suppress!"
A rune of earthen-yellow light manifested above Ethan's head. Its glow splintered into thousands of threads of shimmering energy, covering the entire sand pit. The serpents, just beginning to flee, were forced back to the ground by invisible pressure. The sky above them flashed—and roared.
