The sudden arrival of the Artemian Army shifted the tide of battle.
The black Azothralls, which were biologically engineered purely for battle, surged like a tidal wave through the Jinn Alliance's rear lines.
Their obsidian-like carapaces shimmered with a sinister glow, their movements fluid and unstoppable as they tore through formations with ruthless precision.
Not much time had passed since that incident—when the Jinn Alliance had attacked the Artemian Main Headquarters, wiping out nearly half of the Artemian Army.
The Artemians hadn't forgotten that disgrace, and now, they had come to make the arrogant Dragonkin Prince pay for his insolence.
The Artemians, who looked like winged angels, descended from the sky like the army of Heaven out for blood!
The Jinn mages who had been maintaining the suppressive spell on Camazotz faltered, their focus shattered as the rear ranks collapsed into chaos.
"Naga Patriarch! The rear is compromised!" one of the Naga Mages shouted.
