The bugs reached them within seconds, their sharp mandibles biting into flesh and burrowing under the skin.
The pain was indescribable, a searing agony that left them writhing and screaming. But even then, Lyerin wasn't satisfied.
"Keep crawling," he ordered, his voice cutting through their cries. "You're not done yet."
As Lyerin walked alongside the crawling group, his predatory gaze swept over them like a hawk surveying its prey.
It wasn't long before his sharp senses caught something peculiar—Donovan, Theran, Miriam, and Mikhail were subtly, almost imperceptibly, storing mana within themselves.
The faint glimmers of energy radiating from their broken, battered forms were enough to ignite a flicker of irritation in Lyerin's expression.
He stopped abruptly, his boots crunching against the dirt and leaves beneath them.
