The battlefield turned into a scene of utter disarray.
The woodland bulls maintained their defensive circle around him, their powerful forms providing an unyielding barrier against any stray attacks.
The snakes were in complete disarray. The intricate coordination they once held was completely shattered.
Some attempted to flee, their long bodies coiling and uncoiling frantically as they slithered toward the edges of the platform. Others became trapped in a vicious cycle of attacking anything that moved, whether friend or foe.
Their hissing cries filled the cavern, echoing off the stone walls and blending with the frantic tune of Aksai's flute.
Handling a Soul Artifact took a toll on one's soul. Sweat beaded on Aksai's forehead, but he maintained his composure, fingers moving deftly over the instrument as he drove the melody further into the realm of chaos.
However, all good and bad things in life would come with an expiry date.
