Weir nervously watched the situation, worrying for the fighting knights.
Now the massive ice-armored bear had completely fallen into a terrifying berserk state, its primitive fury unleashed like a force of nature itself. The surrounding environment seemed frozen solid in the grip of its overwhelming rage, as if time itself had crystallized under the weight of the beast's primal wrath. The very air crackled with supernatural cold and barely contained violence.
Three enormous crystal spikes, each as thick as a man's torso and wickedly sharp, protruded menacingly from the creature's broad, muscular back. They pulsed and throbbed with an otherworldly energy, emitting waves of blazing blue light that cast eerie shadows across the battlefield. The crystalline formations seemed almost alive, growing brighter with each labored breath the enraged beast took.
Air began violently shaking under high-temperature distortion, shaking surrounding knights until they could barely stand.
