Some clenched his own gauntlet and planned to barrage more attacks toward the dragon, but multiple black balls began to take form around the dragon. They formed from condensed miasma around its body, and then, with a twist of its neck, the dragon shot its breath along with the ball.
He leapt to the side, barely dodging the breath, but another attack came from dozens of directions. Soma had to distance himself away and focus his eyes to dodge every black ball that shot like a bullet.
When he thought he had avoided a crisis, another black ball began to take form—not just a dozen, but one hundred. Soma knitted his brows in annoyance.
"Everyone move away!".
At the same time, those words escape his lips, the dragon roars, and hundreds of black balls shoot mercilessly, raining down toward Soma and the awakeners surrounding him.