The sunken amphitheater resonated with the wet, chitinous scraping of unseen arachnid hatchlings crawling behind the calcified walls.
A massive curtain of toxic purple silk dropped from the high cavern ceiling, effectively dividing the circular fighting pit into two distinct tactical arenas.
To the western sector, the rabbit-woman bounded across the shattered boulders with feral, unnatural agility, her eyes locked hungrily onto Juna.
High above the eastern sector, the feathered hunter spread his eight-foot wings of jagged obsidian feathers, his aura crackling with the suffocating weight of eight fully realized Shards.
"Cassie, keep your heads down behind that slab and maintain defensive lockdown!" Hajin commanded, his voice cutting through the rising wind like an iron whip.
"Understood, Lord Hajin!" Cassie shouted back from behind the fortified earth barricade, pressing Toby down into the sheltered stone crevice.
