As if the black clouds were sentient and mocking Elena's words, the sky split open.
A fierce, concentrated barrage of lightning descended upon the old den with apocalyptic fury. The ground trembled beneath their feet, the vibration so violent it rattled their teeth, and everyone's expression shifted from confusion to grim realisation.
"Well…" Cissel moved her eyes toward John, her voice tight. "Last time, it took roughly half an hour for them to fully form from the moment the lightning hit. That means ..."
"It means we have half an hour to get rid of all these monsters first," Ricky completed her thought, his hand tightening on the hilt of his swords. In the distance, the lightning continued to slam fiercely against the four hundred Wrather bodies stationed at the den, acting as channels of high-voltage energy towards the depths of the den.
John didn't respond immediately. Instead, he pulled up his map, checking the overall situation before making a decision.
