Rama's eyes followed the summoned beasts as they circled with hungry movements. Their flaming forms flickering with clear intent to kill them.
He could feel the magical pressure they gave off. It all felt wild, ancient, and forged for destruction only.
The air around him thickened with raw Mana, every breath he took tasting of dust and old things.
He clenched his fists subtly. "This is getting too much."
Just facing these things made him twitch like it was ready to burst out. His instinct screamed at him to unleash his power and use the power of the winds, fire, and earth so that he was able to survive. But he swallowed it all down.
"No. Not yet."
He exhaled slowly and kept his expression neutral. He could use just a fragment of it and end one of these beasts combined with his own strength, maybe two. But it would expose him instantly.
Rama didn't need to guess what would happen if Larsen saw that.
