"You should feel grateful that you are the first enemies who have the honor to face my lovely creations," Amon snorted coldly, taking in the looks of disgust on everyone's faces as he watched his army surge forward. "My puppies, tear these uncultured swines apart!"
In the tension-charged silence, Noah's gaze sharpened. He watched the oncoming wave with cold resolve, the faint shimmer of his dragon scales beginning to outline his form.
Beside him, Shisan stood with her blades lowered but brimming with silent power, her indifferent gaze fixed on the army rushing toward the sect.
"What are those disgusting things?" she asked, her face contorting with disgust as she watched the creatures' legs twist and change shape.
"I'm not sure yet," Noah replied without looking at her. The old man nearby stayed silent, showing he too had no idea what these creatures were.