Amara's mind faltered as the weight of controlling the White Snake Spirit pressed down on her mind like a relentless storm.
Sweat poured down her face, and her hands trembled as the white serpent reeled under the scorpion's onslaught. The Farus soldiers on the ground fought valiantly, but their lines were visibly thinning.
The scorpion's attacks were not only weakening the white snake spirit but also shattering the Farus family morale.
Das, standing apart from the melee, watched the chaos unfold with an unreadable expression. He glanced at the blood-red sword strapped to his back.
"Well, this looks like fun. Time to play the hero role." he muttered, unsheathing the cursed blade. Its crimson hue glinted menacingly in the fading sunlight.
As the Scorpion Spirit lunged toward the White Snake, its pincers aiming for a deadly strike, Das dashed forward with startling speed. Suddenly, appeared beside the fighting spirits.
