Black Tortoise Gauntlet

In the concealed depths of his underground lair, Master Soren's previously unshakeable composure had begun to crumble. His brow was furrowed deeply, a frown etching his aged features as he processed the rapid decline of his carefully crafted minions above ground. The room, lit by the dim glow of arcane lamps, cast long shadows that seemed to echo his growing dismay.

"I cannot let my babies die anymore," Soren declared firmly, his voice a mixture of resolve and frustration. He was not ready to concede defeat, and his determination to protect his creations was palpable in the tense air.

Without hesitation, Soren extended his hands, fingers splayed as he tapped into his deep reservoir of power. His eyes closed in concentration as he summoned the ability to recall his Earth Blood Worms. The air around him vibrated with the energy of his magic, a visible manifestation of his will exerting itself upon the distant battlefield.