Drakmor's golden slitted eyes followed the cataclysmic battle while both hands were pressed firmly against the barrier, channelling his power.
With the continuous impact from the battle threatening to shatter the barrier, Drakmor and the other four Enforcers had to work together.
Even then, cracks continued to spread, most of the damage originating from the corrupted essence.
But more than that, Drakmor spotted several other chiefs joining in on the fight. They were successfully pushing back Zauren and the other corrupted Enforcers.
Per his estimates, they would be closing in on the abyss within a few seconds. But a few seconds for them might as well be years for those fighting.
A lot could change in that short amount of time.
'Zauren isn't stupid. He should have already seen through what they have planned for him.' Drakmor reasoned, and he was right.
While it looked like the corrupted demon and his newly acquired companions were being pushed back, the dragon begged to differ.
