When two colossal beasts tear and tangle at the center of the battlefield, the earth no longer maintains a stable form.
The dark gold blood scattered by August on the surface suddenly shines, transforming into chains of burning red, coiling upward, invading internally along Mammon's biting path.
Mammon increases its magnetic output, its crystal surface flickering madly, attempting to crush the invading foreign matter inside.
The two forces collide head-on internally, causing a secondary collapse on the surface as the rock layers are compressed into irregular folds.
Amid this chaos, five thousand dark red figures sprint out along the crevices and faults, their speed pushed to the limit within seconds.
Scales and the surface friction create short sparks, yet their steps are consistent, spacing precise, the whole legion resembling a frontline compressed to the extreme.
The dragon blood scattered by August draws dark gold trails in the air, like burning chains guiding their path.
