Chapter 254
Just as the Wysteria squad were getting their asses handed to them, far away, deep within a conjured battlefield, Captain Amir faced off against the scarred general from the Drakesville Kingdom—each man trapped in the confines of Amir's summoned domain.
And Amir, for all his strength, was in quite the bind.
From thin air—no, from a glowing, ancient rune—the scarred man had conjured a small army: eighty massive, wolf-like beasts, their snarling maws filled with serrated bone-teeth, each creature wielding crude bone hammers gripped between their claws like brutal warriors.
In retaliation, Amir summoned the pinnacle of his Creation Magic: Titanforge, his living war construct, known only by one name—Aegiron.
Now, inside the shimmering, enclosed domain, the stage was set for a devastating clash. Steel would meet fang. Magic would battle might.
"Go," the scarred general murmured darkly, his voice like a growl under thunder.
