As the Queen charged forward at a terrifying speed, she was suddenly struck by a violent gust of wind—so powerful that it hurled her backward.
Regaining her balance, the Queen let out a deafening screech before lunging forward once more. She knew no fear. She desired only one thing—extinction. Extinction for everything that dared obstruct her path.
Rustle—
A strong wind swept across the battlefield. From within the swirling emerald gust, a silhouette emerged.
It was Eman, standing firm.
But something about him had changed.
Inside Eman's Soul Domain, a new pillar of light had appeared—erected with a brilliant emerald glow, encircled by what looked like silver wind.
The winds around him didn't just blow—they danced, like spirits answering a long-awaited call.
Raising his hand, Eman was startled to see that his arm had turned emerald, covered in scales and tipped with sharp claws.
