Erik skidded to a halt, his eyes widening at the clusterfuck unfolding before him. The northern gate area was a damn Warzone. Only so higher power could've cooked up this level of
chaos, albeit, and incredibly crazy one.
"Well, shit," Erik said, taking in the scene. "Rebels, blackguards, Volkov's troops, and now Thaids? It's like soone threw a handful of angry cats into a blender and hit puree."
He watched as a rebel took down a blackguard, only to get blinded by a Thaid's... tentacle? At that point, Erik couldn't even understand why that kind of creature ca from within the forest, much less how no one thought about killing it yet.
Nearby, one of Volkov's soldiers was screaming at a rebel, "I'll kill you!" right before both of them had to dodge a Thaid's acid spit.
Erik thought.
The air was thick with the sll of blood, sweat, and sothing alien that Erik guessed was Eau de Thaid.
Screams, explosions, and the wet slapping sounds of Thaid appendages made the area within the battlefield an absolute fuckery.
Erik's lips curled into a smirk. This was perfect. Well, not perfect-perfect, but the kind of perfect that only ca when everything's went to absolute hell and that he knew he could take advantage of.
he searched for June within the battlefield and used his instability brain crystal power to facilitate it.
Erik closed his eyes, activating his instability brain crystal power. Then a tsunami of thoughts and emotions crashed into his mind.
Fear, rage, bloodlust, and pain threatened to overwhelm him and made him feel dizzy. The ntal maelstrom was too strong.
Gritting his teeth, Erik pushed harder, trying to sift through the chaotic thoughts.
A blackguard's sadistic glee, a rebel's desperate courage, a Thaid's alien hunger-each distinct thought yet blending into his mind.
"Co on!" Erik started sweating at that point, beading on his forehead as he strained to find the clone.
Minutes ticked by, feeling like hours. That had been, for sure, the hardest ti Erik had to use his instability brain crystal power. There were simply too many people, or rather, creatures, on that battlefield.
Then, like a faint whisper in a hurricane, Erik caught it-June's thoughts.
However, based on them, Erik understood the clone was in a pinch. He was being
overwheld, his power inadequate for this hellscape.
He was at the rebels' level; that was true, but they were weak compared to the blackguards. If
it weren't for the Chimaeric Demons protecting him, June would have died already.
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