The Pull

The sky darkened as an ominous mist rolled across the battlefield. 

We couldn't use hot weapons, mechas, or even shift into our wolf forms here. There's a barrier that prohibits us from doing anything. 

Rohzivaan and Richmond stood back-to-back, surrounded by grotesque figures, half-decayed creatures with hollow eyes and jagged teeth, their twisted forms writhing in unnatural motion.

Among them, demonic beings loomed, their eerie grins revealing razor-sharp fangs, dark energy swirling around their limbs like living shadows.

The air was thick with the stench of death and rot, the ground beneath them soaked in blackened blood.

Rohzivaan tightened his grip on his weapon, his mind racing with the image of Ahcehera being swallowed by the portal.

He couldn't let himself fall here. He had to find her. But the enemies pressed in, their hunger evident.