The forest transformed into a battleground as the Aztec warriors, fueled by anger and the instinct to survive, launched their counterattack. They aimed their weapons skyward, spears cutting through the air like deadly rain, while others, with their incredible agility, leaped into the trees, intent on bringing the fight directly to their hidden assailants.
The Tree Top Centaurs, who had been mere spectators until then, swiftly retreated into the shadows, their bodies melding with the tree branches in an impressive display of their bloodline ability. "Camouflage," Gray noted with a nod, recognizing the strategic advantage it provided them.
They became virtually indistinguishable from the foliage, a testament to their adaptation and survival in the dense forest.
