"So this is the opening attack?" I muttered, eyes fixed on the monstrous finger tearing through the sky above us.
Azalea floated beside me, her expression grim.
"This one's different," she said. "It's truly using the power of a Grandmaster rank. The last three Phantoms we fought? They were barely touching the peak of Master rank in comparison."
I took a slow breath, letting it settle my thoughts.
My domain thrummed around me, alive and waiting—ready to carry out my command the moment I gave it.
Beside me, Azalea pressed her palms together, her voice a quiet whisper carried by the tension in the air.
"Wooden Tomb."
The ground beneath our feet cracked with deep rumbles. In all four directions, massive wooden pillars erupted upward—each one nearly fifty feet thick.
