The earth trembled incessantly like a quivering heart, sensing the domineering aura emanating from the raging fires, leaving Jialan Gunna's complexion deathly pale.
"What should we do now?" Jialan Gunna asked anxiously.
Loud as anyone when it's time to split the bill at a meal, yet blank-minded and clueless the moment trouble arises—"Dammit, bastard!" Bogavant cursed inwardly, "How can great things be accomplished with a group of vermin like you!"
But with matters having reached this point, he too felt an overwhelming sense of powerlessness.
"Our only option now is to activate the Formation," Bogavant inhaled deeply, his voice filled with resignation.
