The red blood moon had flooded the platform in red.
The red Xib'al'kah were swarming around Arin like an ominous red cloud of death.
Arin had realized his Dread Howl did not have much effect on these wasps—their heightened movements were proof of that.
It was not like they resisted it, or else he would have received a notification informing the same.
They did not have any innate magic resistance, or their Chief would not have succumbed to the Life Drain spell so quickly like that.
No, it was something else.
But Arin did not have time to worry about that. He had to deal with all of these frightening wasps, and that too alone. And it was just not the numerical advantage they had over him. They were literally flying, making the fight more disadvantageous to him.
Around him, the air vibrated with a sinister buzz—the wings of fifteen big, humanoid wasps.
The swarm hovered above like a wicked storm, circling, taunting, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
