Defeat.

Even though they were not able to shake off the odd feeling that struck them, it did not matter much. The beasts approached, their mandibles salivating at the generous meal they were about to devour...

Their red compound eyes scanned the surroundings with little alarm, and just when they were close enough, one of them sliced at the cloud of smoke, dispersing the rubble with ease.

Expecting to see mangled corpses, the beasts recoiled back in shock when they were faced with a half broken dome of wind, taken shape in the form of a green honey-comb shield.

Inside the half-broken structure, Jonas stood tall.

His auburn hair was disheveled, its locks strewn wide and framed to his face messily by sweat and grime. His body held scattered wounds, injuries taken shape all over his torso.

Jonas struggled to catch his breath, his arms were shaking violently and his chest moved erratically as his lungs greedily gasped for air.