The attack unleashed by the male Four-Winged Lion left the cave in utter ruin.
What was once a stunning sanctuary, adorned with vibrant flowers and shimmering crystals, now lay in shambles, transformed into a desolate wasteland devoid of beauty.
Massive cracks spiderwebbed across the walls, and boulders tumbled from above, creating a chaotic scene that echoed with destruction.
Meanwhile, the female Four-Winged Lion stood protectively beside three Mythrill Apple Trees, enveloped in a shimmering white shield that rendered them untouched by the devastation surrounding them.
"Cough! Cough! Cough!" Thorne gasped violently as he struggled to push away the rubble pinning him down.
Slowly, he crawled from beneath the debris, his face pale as a ghost, devoid of blood and vitality. Blood trickled from his mouth, staining his lips crimson.
His longsword lay shattered nearby, reduced to scrap metal, while his silver armor hung in tatters around him.
