The specter formed from thousands of souls was overwhelming, both in its sheer size and the oppressive force of the countless souls fused together, all screaming in unison. Even though both sides were battle-hardened, they couldn't help but feel a deep sense of dread.
As the specter, resembling a giant, moved closer with each thunderous step, and the ground trembled beneath them, the idea of resisting seemed futile. Instinctively, everyone began to retreat.
But the size difference between them and the specter was so immense that retreating was useless. When the specter suddenly stomped down with a foot formed from hundreds of fused souls, it covered a vast area, crushing several figures beneath it.
There wasn't even time for a scream—only the thick scent of blood filled the air.
When the specter lifted its foot again, the ground beneath it was left with deep, blood-soaked impressions, where the earth had been stained red.
