The Leviathan knew that even while standing on his own turf, there was nothing he could do from a distance against three Guardians so he came to face them in person.
"This is not an act of aggression anymore, but of war between Garlen and Jiera. By the end of this day, only one continent will survive and retain its original Guardians!"
Along with his own Steps, Fenagar conjured two more. One for Roghar the Fenrir, who had many bones to pick with all of Garlen's Guardians, and one for Zagran the Garuda, the battle maniac who never turned down a challenge.
The crackle from the conflicting auras of the assembled six Guardians was enough to flatten one-third of Jiera. Mogar reacted by turning the beach into a Fringe and keeping whatever was going to take place inside of it from affecting the outside world.
"Farm me sideways." Lith focused on Zagran, her aura was completely different from Salaark's yet similar.
