As Alister's dragons emerged, the battlefield seemed to pause, as if holding its breath yet both thw sandworms and members of Xaiver's team, standing to watch.
The shimmering air split with intense auras as cosmic rifts continued to tear open, pouring forth wyverns of varying sizes, each radiating immense power.
Their roars echoed across the sands, shaking the very ground beneath their feet.
Karl, holding his massive warhammer at the ready, took a step back and glanced toward Derek. "Isn't this amount of summons unreal?" he muttered.
Derek, his gauntlets still glowing faintly from his recent attack, could only nod. "He's like a walking natural disaster," he replied with a touch of awe and respect.
Nearby, Ethan emerged from the shadows, his twin daggers spinning deftly in his hands. He smirked, though his sharp eyes remained on the battlefield. "Guess what he said in the Grand Meeting wasn't a bluff after all," he remarked.
