The Death Lords moved as one.
The front line locked their massive shields together, forming a solid wall of black metal reinforced by raw death-forged strength. There were no spells, no magic barriers—only overwhelming Aura force. Frost and abyssal energy crashed into the shields as the serpent struck, but the Death Lords held their ground, boots carving deep grooves into the ice.
Behind them, the second line shifted with perfect timing.
Heavy chains of blackened steel shot forward, wrapped in heavy black Death Aura. They wrapped around the Abyssal Serpent's massive body, biting into its scales and anchoring it to the frozen ground. The monster roared, muscles bulging as it tried to tear free, but the restraint slowed its movements just enough.
"Now," Mike said calmly.
The rear formation responded instantly.
