BOOOOOOM!!
The pressure wave created by thousands of monsters moving in unison blasted dust into the air, hurling rocks aside and making the atmosphere tremble. The deep valley looked like a boiling sea of flesh fangs, scales, bone plates, and thick reddish mist pushing over one another to reach the frontline.
And Sylvia stood alone before them.
At least, that's what the enemy believed.
The mini Treant that had perched on her head had already returned to its giant form. Hundreds of Hell Treants stood behind Sylvia, forming a living organic wall, their branches shifting like spears, each wooden trunk glowing with deep purple Nether Wood light.
Hellhounds flanked her on both sides, flames of black fire dancing over their bones, hissing like red-hot steel plunged into water.
The infernal wind roared, carrying the thick scent of blood and sulfur.
Sylvia rolled up her sleeves slightly, her expression flat but cold as a blade.
