Lyerin, still hovering in the air, took a deep breath as he watched the scene unfold below.
The power his companions had unleashed was awe-inspiring, but the battle was far from over.
The Asuras, though temporarily thrown off balance by the barrage of natural abilities, were regrouping, their numbers still strong, their resolve unshaken.
The Pig Orcs, battered and bleeding, continued to fight bravely, but they were losing ground.
His gaze returned to the women, their abilities still radiating power across the battlefield.
But they were outnumbered, and despite their impressive strength, the Asuras were elite warriors—battle-hardened, disciplined, and relentless.
Lyerin let out a slow breath and uncrossed his arms, his tone commanding but calm.