At the southern frontline, the clash between the Celestials and the Primordial Beasts had reached a fever pitch. The battlefield was a storm of chaos, smoke and dust curled in the air like vengeful spirits, while debris from shattered nature danced violently in the wind, swept by the fury of the ongoing war. Scattered across this maelstrom, Primordial Beasts rampaged with feral determination, roaring and thrashed, tearing their way through resistance with primal force, like knives through parchment.
Centric, Seraphina, and Kal fought with unwavering resolve, every strike backed by the strength of the convergence formation, a glowing lattice of power forged by their loyal subordinates.
