Alden exhaled, watching the endless waves of monsters still pouring from the forest.
"Veytharion," he called, voice firm. "Come. There's work to be done."
The air behind him rippled like disturbed water.
A massive dragon‑snake hybrid stepped out from the spirit realm—its body long and sinuous like a serpent's, but covered in matte black scales that drank in the light. Six glowing eyes lined its angular head in two vertical rows, each eye a different shade of eerie blue. A pair of skeletal, half‑formed wings sprouted from its back, twitching restlessly.
Veytharion.
Even in their berserk state, many of the monsters froze when they saw it. Their bodies trembled, instincts screaming at them to flee… but the corrupted mana driving them mad forced them forward anyway.
They charged the spirit beast.
Veytharion turned its six eyes toward Alden, its expression strangely… pleading.
Alden sighed.
"Alright, alright," he said. "You can eat them."
The effect was immediate.
