To the north, Aurem's newest underling, the dragon demigod, surged back into battle.
Whatever humiliation it had suffered moments earlier was burned away by raw fury, its scales shining as it hurled itself once more at the Wrath abyssal and the horned abyssal capable of manipulating gravity. The sky above that front twisted violently as rage and gravity collided, draconic authority clashing head-on against abyssal corruption in a brutal, unstable equilibrium.
Aurem drifted after it, unhurried.
He did not rush to intervene. Not yet. His presence alone bent the flow of the battle, pressure bleeding into the surrounding space in a way that made both abyssal demigods hesitate, recalculating every movement to avoid being ambushed by the strange newcomer on the side.
Two against two.
The situation in the north was no longer so hopeless.
If anything, the two dragons had seized the initiative, and the abyssals were reacting rather passively.
To the east, the situation was far worse.
