At the arena of Minaak
An ominous feeling rose in Ma
harathis' hearts as they watched the dark figure disintegrating into darkness bit by bit.
Vasu looked around for his beasts-the giant winged lion, the chimera, the kaal-doota. They all had disappeared. He couldn't even sense their links.
How was it possible? He raced his mind and a frig htening possibility struck the Kaliagan's mind.
They had fallen into the defiler's trap. It was all an illusion.
He opened his mouth to warn others. How ever his voice froze in his throat. Ahead of him, a hill-sized mouth appeared, with no distinct facial features.
"Mouth of Nuh!" mumbled Nima, the thief of Imphaal.
Suddenly, the earth split apart beneath their feet as bony hands emerged grabbing their calf like iron shackles.
Amukha disintegrated his shield, for it had no use now.
