Dion's eyes narrowed and he vaulted off the fence before catapulting himself with the mana, shooting like a released bolt into the distance. He finally saw the rows of Ori spirits walking out of the forest border.
Some were covered in rocks marred with numerous pits and crevices, with some parts painted red. Others were made of brown soil. A few with fallen trunks of trees.
One thing was common — they were all trying to mimic the build of a living creature but they ended up building an eldritch horror with their crude craftsmanship like seven legs, dissimilar pairs of limbs, and other features. Some parts of their body looked like mangled flesh mixed with beast hide. A few of the ori spirits held gigantic, makeshift weapons from branches of trees.
Dion finally reached and stood a distance close to the battlefield already painted red like a river of blood.
The Devi spirits slowly pulled back, and the humans also retreated and stopped beside Dion.
