Anu, the White Lion, swept his gaze across the battlefield, his sharp eyes locking onto the ever-watchful woodpecker gliding through the air. Then, he turned his glare to the silver wolf striding toward him and the ape standing firm beside him.
Both were on high alert, ready to intercept any surprise attacks from above.
Only after confirming his safety did Anu finally relax. Lifting his head, he began invoking his wind-elemental skill once more.
As the spell took effect, a powerful suction force stirred the air, drawing in a massive amount of wind-elemental energy. Above his maw, a concentrated, bluish sphere of swirling wind took shape, its size steadily increasing with every passing second.
Just like before, Blackie observed, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Then, with a swift beat of his wings, he dived.
