Meanwhile, around the time Dunstan and Lumina emerged from the cave they had retreated into, a heavy silence loomed over the southern frontline. The atmosphere felt choked with tension, thick as unspoken fear, as the fog, made from pulverized bone dust, finally dissipated, no longer serving as the barrier between the celestial race and the primordial beasts.
Kal, Centric, and Seraphina stood resolute, their figures unmoving like ancient statues carved in the name of defiance, holding their ground as if their very existence hinged on it. Yet, beads of sweat gleamed upon their cheeks like dew upon a dying leaf, reflecting their uncertainty, their ignorance of what this monstrous wave would bring. Beneath their feet, the earth trembled ominously, and shards of debris from fractured earth bounced, dancing and flung skyward to the rhythm of the quakes, echoing like war drums that heralded the arrival of a yet-unseen catastrophe.
