The amalgamation tried intercepting them, its multiple arms reaching out with root-whips extended. But crimson stakes erupted from the ground beneath it, blasting through the creature's arms with devastating precision.
The limbs severed, falling uselessly as the King Root roared in frustration.
Reinhard glanced back, seeing Vlad smirking while crimson energy gathered around him in waves.
The last Ancestor looked completely confident despite facing a First Class threat alone. Then Reinhard turned forward, continuing with the others and Saint Lucian at the front.
They rushed toward the towering tree, dealing with occasional roots that lashed out from buildings or burst from beneath golden stones. But they managed them easily, weapons destroying the threats before they could impede progress.
