That Chromaraic was Lugxa's right-hand man. Seeing that everyone in that small central army was unstoppable, he decided to focus on wiping them out first.
"You're just a bunch of ants. Accept your deaths! Fighting will only bring you more pain," the man sneered.
"Fuck you, ant! I'll kill you!" Remira roared.
The battle had just started, and she couldn't let the army's morale take a hit now. If that happened, the whole mood Darian had created would vanish.
The enemy outnumbered them almost three to one. If they couldn't win quickly with a single, devastating burst of power, they'd lose by exhaustion.
Unfortunately, Darian hadn't had time to spawn a shadow army to help. He'd prioritized absorbing enemy cores so he could evolve and get stronger.
Fueled by rage, Remira didn't care about anything else. Her spear lunged forward, tearing through space.
