All the dark creatures inside and outside the arena fixated their glowing eyes on the solitary knight who had disrupted their transport ritual mere moments prior to the unsealing of the portals to the Old Globe.
Positioned on the opposite end of the spectrum evoked a profound surge of conflicting emotions within Isiah. During previous cycles, he alongside the entire populace of Delwias Island had cowered in hidden shelters executing pre-triple full moon survival protocols, yet currently he stood at the absolute epicenter, actively provoking spatial chaos himself.
"My rock!" he declared loudly in rough Gowarian, projecting his demand across the open sands.
The declaration ignited immediate fury across the spectator tiers as hundreds of entities began shrieking and roaring in protest. The hellhounds appeared vastly larger than those he had previously engaged, their terrifying silhouettes looming monstrously from his ground-level perspective.
