Chapter 390: Tide shifted
Chapter 390: Tide shifted
The massive serpent reared back, its head towering like a monstrous obelisk over the group, and from the obsidian scales of its enormous body, a sickly green mist began to seep. The noxious fumes curled and twisted like spectral tendrils, spreading rapidly, corrupting the once-clean air of the floating island.
“Attack!” Lyerin’s commanding voice sliced through the oppressive air like a blade, breaking the paralysis that had gripped the group. His hand shot forward, signaling the Pig Orcs to launch their assault.
The Pig Orcs roared in unison, their voices guttural and fierce as they surged forward, their massive frames cutting through the thickening fumes. Their weapons gleamed in the dim light, each swing and thrust carrying the force of their monstrous strength.
The first clash was deafening. A Pig Orc, larger than the others, slammed its spiked club against the serpent’s coiled body, the impact sending a ripple through the beast’s scaled form. The serpent hissed, a sharp, high-pitched sound that vibrated in the air, its enormous tail whipping around to strike the attacker. The blow sent the Pig Orc sprawling across the ground, its massive body skidding against the dirt, but another Orc was already there to take its place, swinging a massive cleaver at the beast’s tail.
The serpent retaliated with terrifying speed, its body uncoiling like a whip. Its fangs bared, it lunged at a group of Orcs, its jaws snapping shut with a sickening crack that echoed across the battlefield. The Pig Orcs scattered, their discipline momentarily broken as they avoided the deadly maw.
The air was quickly becoming unbreathable.
The green mist grew denser, clinging to everything it touched like a toxic shroud. The Pig Orcs coughed and hacked, their immense forms staggering as the poison began to seep into their systems. Their once-ferocious roars weakened, their movements growing sluggish. One by one, they began faltering, their blows losing strength, their stances wavering.
“Hold your ground!” Lyerin barked, his voice unwavering despite the dire situation. He stood tall amidst the chaos, his piercing eyes scanning the battlefield, calculating every move.
The girls, huddled behind him, watched in horror as the fight unfolded. Cornelia clutched her staff tightly, her knuckles white as she muttered incantations under her breath, preparing spells to shield the group if the battle turned against them. Maria and Lydia gripped their weapons, their faces pale but determined, ready to defend Lyerin and the others if the snake turned its wrath toward them.