Meanwhile, in the deepest chamber of the Ravagers' territory, hidden beneath layers of fungal growth and twisting roots, a dim blue light filled the cavern.
It came from clusters of bioluminescent fungi embedded in the walls.
At the center of the chamber stood a crude throne carved from rock and bones.
It served as a clear symbol of dominance.
On it sat the true Alpha Ravager.
He was not large.
In fact, he was smaller than even the Phantom Ravagers.
His body was slender and lean.
His chitinous armor was pitch-black and smooth like polished glass, reflecting the faint blue light.
The spines along his back pulsed in a steady rhythm, releasing waves of pure mana.
Each pulse sent a faint ripple of power through the chamber.
In front of him, four distinctive Ravagers stood in a semicircle.
Each one radiated a different kind of presence.
The bluish-armored Ravager flexed impatiently.
Small sparks crackled across its carapace.
This was the Storm Ravager.
