It was chaos.
The two armies clashed among roars, growls, howls, and battle cries. The azure and scarlet tide fused as the ground shattered under their feet, disappearing into a dense cloud that almost filled the plain.
Plans, tasks, and roles vanished. The plain became the center of a war that required a single winner, and neither side backed away from it. Even the monsters began to focus on the Thilku instead of trying to cross them.
The initial clash destroyed the surface, creating a hole that stretched far past both frontlines. Thilku and monsters fell inside, either focusing on safe landings or trying to use the opportunity to deliver killing blows.
Khan used his speed to take the wolf in front of him by surprise, stabbing his knife into its head. The ground crumbled right afterward, but the symphony had warned him about that development, and he was ready to exploit it.
