The plains fell into an eerie silence, the air heavy with anticipation. Eratz stood motionless, his body relaxed. The faint hum of his power began to rise, like a distant storm approaching.
The grass around him flattened as if bowing to an invisible force, and the surrounding atmosphere grew charged.
For a brief moment, the world held its breath. Then, with a resounding crack, an eruption of power surged from Eratz. His beastification unleashed a torrent of energy, the sheer force roaring upward like a volcano exploding into the sky.
Thousands of beasts, synchronized with his aura, formed a storm of pure, raw energy.
The ground beneath him cracked and splintered, and the air around him distorted.
The area darkened as swirling currents of power rose, spiraling into a hurricane. Waves of light and shadow intertwined, creating a kaleidoscope of shifting colors.
