The abrupt descent of the flying monsters brought the Southern Gate battlefield to an eerie standstill. Their harrowing cries and howls resonated instantaneously, compelling all to pause and cast their eyes skyward. Even the ground-bound monsters were caught off guard.
A chilling hush settled over the battlefield, shrouded in an eerie silence, with only the mournful cries of the descending flying monsters breaking the stillness.
They then observed a series of projectile beams originating from within the capital, striking the monsters with rhythmic precision, as if dancing in harmonious intervals.
Their eyes gleamed with curiosity as they sought the source of this assistance, attempting to discern the enigmatic benefactor. A mysterious savior had emerged, shrouded in anonymity, leaving them guessing at their identity.
