Rooooooaaaar!!
The mana beasts roared in unison as they charged toward the group. Their glowing eyes reflected primal rage, their claws tearing into the ground as they closed the gap.
Standing at the forefront, Damien didn't flinch. His calm demeanor only added to the unease of Axiom's group as they stood frozen behind him, none of them knowing what to do.
"Devour them."
Damien's voice was steady but carried a weight of absolute authority.
The command was directed at none other than Luton, the small red slime perched on his head.
At first, Jallen chuckled nervously. "What's that little blob supposed to—"
Before he could finish, Luton leapt off Damien's head and landed softly a few meters in front of him.
The slime's harmless appearance made it look out of place amidst the chaos of the charging beasts.