The otherworldly agility and speed with which Ethan navigated the battlefield left Mary in awe. He effortlessly dodged the snapping jaws and slashing claws of the wargs, his body almost becoming a blur as he moved through their ranks. It was as if he possessed an innate understanding of their movements, anticipating their attacks with uncanny accuracy.
Ethan's keen eyes scanned the surroundings of the park, searching for any signs of the rift amidst the chaos of the wargs. His instincts guided him towards a particular area where he could sense a concentration of malevolent energy.
As he approached, the sight before him was daunting. Hundreds of wargs prowled around the rift, their fierce and primal instincts driving them to protect their source of power. Their snarls and bared fangs created an eerie symphony that reverberated through the air.
