[Worm Tribe]
Sunny floated a hundred feet above the city, a whirlwind of ash and flame below. The smell of burning earth and incinerated flesh was a thick, metallic haze, but his expression remained as placid and indifferent as marble. His arms were folded neatly behind his back, his attention already fixed on a point far in the distance: the homeland of the Abyss Dragon Tribe.
The screams were fading now, replaced by the deep, rhythmic crush of his newly created force. Below, countless earth beasts—hulking golems, beasts of fused rock and sand—were methodically dismantling the city. Behind him floated ten Knights, their armor gleaming with power, their swords still sheathed at their waists. Each of these creations possessed the chilling strength of a Peak God Rank warrior and, thanks to his affinity, an absolute 100% immunity to Earth-based attacks.
'The power scale is shifting too quickly.'
