Every flap of those gargantuan wings carried an overwhelming pressure that grew stronger with each passing second, as if the very air of the battlefield were being compressed under an invisible force. The weight of that presence was enough to make even seasoned warriors falter, yet it was quickly pushed to the back of everyone's mind. Despite the imnse distance that still separated the battlefield from the Scarlet King, sothing far more imdiate captured their attention.
High above them, three massive eyes appeared.
They floated in the void like celestial bodies, burning with scarlet flas that twisted and surged with terrifying intensity. Their gaze descended upon the battlefield, and in that instant, every living being felt it pierce through their soul. Yet the reactions they provoked were not the sa.
To the abominations of the Root and the Curse Eaters, those eyes were a vision of horror. Within them, they saw hatred, rage, killing intent, bloodlust, and countless other violent and destructive emotions. It was like staring into a bottomless abyss that sought to swallow their very existence, dragging them into an eternal nightmare from which there could be no escape. Their instincts scread at them, warning them of an approaching calamity.
But to the warriors of the Nine Empyrean Suns Alliance, the sight was entirely different.
What they saw was not despair, but resolve.
Within those sa scarlet eyes, they perceived an endless reservoir of willpower and determination. It was a blazing battle spirit that refused to yield, a fire that only burned brighter the more it was challenged. It stirred sothing deep within their souls, awakening a connection that had long lain dormant.
For a mont, the battlefield seed to still.
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