Moses's breathing grew ragged, his chest heaving as his body started to give out. His muscles burned, his vision blurred, and yet he refused to fall.
Summoning every ounce of his power, he kept conjuring beasts, one after another, their forms materializing in a desperate attempt to overwhelm Eratz and his relentless aces.
But it was futile.
The Terrakrus dashed across the battlefield, its massive frame crashing into the summoned monsters, each swipe of its tail sending creatures flying.
The Thunder Lycaon darted through the chaos, its electrified claws ripping through flesh with terrifying speed. Above, the Aetheri floated like a guardian, its translucent glow creating barriers that trapped and crushed Moses's beasts.
From the skies, Raijinara rained down devastating bolts of lightning, incinerating clusters of creatures as soon as they appeared.
