The mysterious winged serpent circled high above the battlefield, casting a shadow all over the Untamed Jungle's middle area. The Heart of the Blazing Lion armies ran for their lives. The intense feeling of instant death and the sudden darkness shrouding the surroundings was enough to evolve into a mass panic.
The remaining Commanders didn't want to retreat and run away from the fight. They knew what awaited them back in the Zentika Empire if they returned without any gains. The Heart of the Blazing Lion army might have burned down the northern part of the Untamed Jungle's outer rings, but they didn't claim anything yet. The Zentika Empire's scarcity of food had yet to be solved.
As the Heart of the Blazing Lion army retreated the huge shadow shrouding the middle area dispersed. The heavy pressure evaporated, allowing Michael, his people, and the High Beast Horde to relax for the first time in hours.
