Stream of Origin Force flowed into Jormungandr's Soul Dimension, but he did not feel happy. A thousand perished, but deep below, more remained—those who had not surfaced yet. Unfazed, they crawled onto the riverbanks, regrouping with the survivors of the initial assault.
Despite losing half their numbers, the creatures showed neither fear nor hesitation. With a unified shriek, they charged.
The sight of the dark wave rushing toward them, eyes gleaming with hunger and unbreakable resolve, was terrifying. Hundreds of the massive drones took to the skies, their tattered wings beating with immense strength. Though flying seemed to tax them greatly due to the weight of their bodies, it made them a formidable threat.
"No fear, no hesitation!" Freya shouted, her voice slicing through the tension. "Fight!"
She dashed forward, her shield raised and mace ready. Totemic energy and raw Force burst from her, enveloping her form in a radiant aura.
