The air shimmered violently from the sudden displacement, a vacuum created by the land's insatiable hunger. Once devoured, the churning water underwent a horrifying transformation, solidifying into a thick, viscous body of black sludge.
From within this malevolent sludge, the demons who managed to survive and was not crushed by the wave began to reform, their grotesque bodies slowly emerging from the murky, black mass.
As for the three Sixth-Tier Mages, the sight of Ikenga immediately quelled their rage. It wasn't fear that gripped them, but a profound unease. Ikenga had proven himself to be an enigma, a force beyond their current comprehension, and the grim reality was that three top-level mages had already fallen by his hand.
