The pressure outside the ruined base kept rising.
Chunks of metal and stone floated in the air as the moon shook beneath the grip of massive roots. Everything they built was gone.
Even the magic circles prepared in advance had failed to respond — overwhelmed in an instant by the sheer scale of the enemy's power.
A giant wooden face looked down at them, burning green eyes calm and ancient.
Arken's breathing grew uneven.
Years of work. All of it destroyed in seconds. Their only chance to bring their father back — shattered.
The frustration finally broke loose inside him.
"DIE!"
Hundreds of magic circles burst into existence around him. Layer after layer of glowing runes filled the space at his back, spinning in opposing directions — some wide enough to swallow entire buildings, others tight against his arms like coiled springs.
The air around him warped under the surge of energy.
The others moved at once.
