Outside...
The battle was still raging.
With the Outland Beasts backing them up, Abyron's group remained locked in a stalemate with the Tier 47 fighters of both races.
Many of the beasts had been wounded while holding the enemy back. They had the advantage in numbers, but the gap in strength was undeniable. Tier 47 fighters weren't easy to deal with.
Fortunately, Outland Beasts were incredibly durable. They could hold out for a while longer.
Higher in the sky, the adorable creature had the Pyrathi High Elder completely on the defensive.
His flames did almost nothing to it, while its bubbles were making his life miserable.
He'd never expected something so harmless-looking to be this terrifying. If he'd known, he would have traded opponents with the Patriarch.
But the Patriarch had been dragged into that strange dimension.
Would he be all right?
The High Elder looked anxiously toward the point where they had disappeared.
Just then, space rippled.
