Rage grew in Zantem's chest like a storm.
The metallic restrictions kept multiplying, each liberation attempt answered with new layers of magical prison.
The attacks, though individually insignificant, didn't stop coming.
'Insolent parasites,' he thought while another group of soldiers emerged from their hiding to join the assault. 'They dare play with an Artromus as if it were a common enemy.'
What had started as dozens of attackers had become nearly a hundred.
The trap's initial success had given courage to the cowards; soldiers who previously hid now came to light, eager to participate in what they perceived as a victory over one of the feared artromus.
Some were still deciding their combinations right there, hastily fusing summons to join the collective effort. Those lacking combinations or sufficient power opted for retreat, but they were the minority.
The majority had tasted blood and wanted more.