Even if Zaroth had accumulated a great amount of damage, he hadn't dismissed his beasts.
Not caring that the scenery around them had changed in the slightest, they acted in unison.
Silverfang, having already used a great amount of mana, had returned to top condition, his body now whole. He shot forward, his jaws opening wide, letting out a mighty howl. The four unnamed wolves followed their pack leader, they too attacking with everything they got.
Hellweaver moved its bulky body, shaking the ground with each step, as the spider opened its jaws in an attempt to poison the entity.
Nightshade had already positioned herself behind the creature. With a swift and silent movement, she emerged from her shadow, fangs aimed at the neck.
The sky, once bright, was beginning to darken into night—but Luna's attack lit the area up with a brilliant glow.
"Troublesome," the entity muttered in a low voice, dispelling the attacking beasts as fast as possible.
