The thick, oppressive mist lifted, replaced by a purer, clearer air. The trees, once twisted and blackened, returned to their natural state.
The ground, previously soaked with dark mana, became fertile and green once more.
Maverick roared in defiance, his monstrous form writhing as he threw everything he had at the wall. But no matter how much power he unleashed, the Wall of Fleece remained unaffected, its divine purpose unwavering.
The Wall of Fleece continued its advance, the shimmering barrier drawing ever closer to Maverick. Ayame and her team could see the strain on Maverick's face as he realized that his attacks were futile.
The wall was relentless, a divine force that could not be stopped by mere mortal power, no matter how amplified by the Outer Gods.
Maverick struggled once more, desperation etched across his distorted features.
