Mikhailis' halberd struck true, the blade cutting through the faintly glowing central rune of the Mist Whale with devastating precision. A brilliant flash erupted, illuminating the mist-heavy battlefield for a brief moment. The Mist Whale emitted a thunderous sonic blast, its anguished roar a deep, resonating hum that sent shockwaves rippling outward. The force of the blast hurled Mikhailis backward, his body slamming into the soft forest floor. He groaned, clutching his ribs as the world spun around him.
Nearby, the Chimera Ant soldiers were thrown into disarray. Several were flung against trees with sickening thuds, their clawed limbs twitching as they struggled to regain their footing. Others retreated instinctively, their small but agile forms darting back into the safety of the shadows. The Mist Whale's luminous runes flickered erratically, their glow dimming but not extinguished.
Rodion's voice chimed in, calm and precise amidst the chaos.
