Beneath the Surface

The plains fell into an eerie silence, the air heavy with anticipation. Eratz stood motionless, his body relaxed. The faint hum of his power began to rise, like a distant storm approaching.

The grass around him flattened as if bowing to an invisible force, and the surrounding atmosphere grew charged.

For a brief moment, the world held its breath. Then, with a resounding crack, an eruption of power surged from Eratz. His beastification unleashed a torrent of energy, the sheer force roaring upward like a volcano exploding into the sky.

Thousands of beasts, synchronized with his aura, formed a storm of pure, raw energy.

The ground beneath him cracked and splintered, and the air around him distorted.

The area darkened as swirling currents of power rose, spiraling into a hurricane. Waves of light and shadow intertwined, creating a kaleidoscope of shifting colors.