At the southern battleground, where Nyxander and the beast monarch's subordinates clashed in a storm of destruction, the earth itself trembled under their fury. Four Primordial beasts now lay slain, their colossal bodies staining the ground, while one staggered, wounded yet unwilling to fall, and the rest still raged with unbroken ferocity. Across the scarred battlefield, Karl and the remaining three, Kola, Theodric, and Lunara, stood at the very edge of their endurance, their battered forms barely upright, held together only by sheer will.