"Not before it reaches the city," he declared, his voice amplified by his sound magic to carry across the battlefield.
The high-level mages, bolstered by Logan's rallying cry, prepared to take to the skies and assist Luke.
But before they could act, a fierce gust of wind knocked them back.
Luke's growl reverberated across the battlefield as his massive tail whipped out, creating a gale that forced the mages to retreat to the shore.
The message was clear: stay back.
The mages exchanged stunned glances, their expressions a mix of confusion and awe.
"Did… did that wolf just tell us to retreat?" one mage asked incredulously.
"It's like he's saying, 'This is my fight,'" Logan murmured, his brows furrowed in thought.
The Golden Ironclad Crab, seemingly unfazed by Luke's display of dominance, charged forward.