CHAPTER 969
The war had officially begun, and it started with a resounding bang.
The Dawn forces had already rushed onto the battlefield, engaging the Behemoth legion in a collision that was truly ground-shaking.
Within mere seconds of the initial clash, blood was being spilled and bodies were dropping to the ground from both sides.
Due to their overwhelming numbers, it appeared as though the Behemoth Clan were about to overpower the Dawn forces through sheer attrition.
But before that could happen, Fenrir decided to tilt the scales.
The skies darkened abruptly, and from the depths of the ashen, fluffy clouds, lightning rained down on the army surrounding him.
Screams tore from their lungs as the heavens opened up.
Those who didn't perish from the direct hits immediately were left paralyzed by the electricity, allowing Fenrir to finish them off with lightning arrows here and there.
He was moving like a blur—a phantom of mass destruction.
