After recognizing the Naga Matriarch, my attention shifted toward the others fighting inside the transparent dome, and now that I observed them properly instead of through the distortion of combat, I finally understood why Vivi had sensed such a dense concentration of living presences gathered here.
None of the figures inside the barrier were ordinary.
On the far left, a massive winged humanoid tiger tore through the crimson mist with savage momentum, silver armor covering parts of his thick black-and-white fur while enormous claws collided repeatedly against the crimson replica facing him.
Every movement carried overwhelming physical strength, the force of each clash distorting the runes beneath his feet while his wings spread wide behind him during sudden bursts of acceleration.
He was the Feran Sovereign. Even while fighting, his presence radiated raw dominance.
