The shore of Yang Lake erupted into chaos.
The approaching horde of Awakened, easily twenty or more, emerged from the forest.
They were a motley crew, grim-faced and heavily armed, led by a new figure: a hulking brute with a massive hammer, his eyes burning with vengeful malice.
He remembered them from yesterday. "There they are!" he roared, pointing.
"The ones who cheated us! The ones who lured the Leviathan! Get them! Take their cards! Leave nothing!"
The horde surged forward. Their collective roar was a wave of raw aggression.
Ayra, however, simply stood her ground. Her Rock Pugilist class empowered her. She didn't charge. She activated a new defensive skill, a fundamental ability of her chosen path. "[Rock Guardian]!"
"BOOM!"
The ground beneath her feet didn't just tremble, it heaved and burst open.
A massive, jagged wall of solid, obsidian-black rock, easily ten meters wide and five meters tall, shot up from the earth, completely blocking the charging horde.
