Before they knew it, darkness started forming around them. Not natural shadow, but something deeper—the void-black of Arthur's domain activating, Origin Sanctuary reasserting itself with overwhelming authority.
Then, before they could process what was happening, thousands of beasts started appearing around them.
Wolves materialised in packs of dozens. Bears emerged from the shadows with bone-crushing presence. Demons—superior-rank entities that had terrorised entire cities—spawned in organised formations. Serpents, goblins, wyverns, creatures of every type, Arthur had personally killed throughout his journey.
The bunker that had felt spacious moments before suddenly became claustrophobic, packed with snarling, growling, hostile creatures that surrounded the two hundred humans in concentric circles of teeth, claws, and murderous intent.
And every single beast was under Arthur's absolute control.
The awakeners' desperate hope shattered like glass.
