In the center of the arena, the Asura girl's eyes widened as she noticed something startling on the screens.
The maze of the Stonehooves Tribe, previously a chaotic yet eerily balanced battleground, was shifting.
The birdmen, scattered and desperate, had begun to mount a counterattack.
One of the birdmen warriors—a lithe figure with dark feathers and a blood-streaked beak—had somehow managed to kill two Raging Pigs.
The Asura girl watched intently as the birdman fought, his talons slashing and his wings whirling in a deadly dance.
He moved frantically, his eyes darting between his foes as if every second could be his last.
A Raging Pig charged at him, snorting aggressively, its tusks glistening with fresh blood.
The birdman dodged to the side, slashing with his winged arms, a burst of wind magic slicing through the air and catching the pig across the throat.
