The Performance Begins According to Script

Throughout the entire blast radius, the space immediately began exhibiting localized, irregular spatial compression, while dense Spatial Rifts continuously formed.

It was as if the world were about to end.

"Damn it, Douglas, why didn't you warn me sooner?!"

The three tribal leaders who witnessed this were all terrified beyond measure.

Even though they had not experienced it firsthand, they had seen Douglas suffer heavy damage from a single wave on the Fellman Battlefield, while Commander Heg had been bombarded five times in succession and ultimately forced to retreat.

How could anyone not fear such widespread, sustained destructive power?

One of the tribal leader-class creatures, gripped by fear, directly began cursing at Douglas.

This left Douglas utterly helpless.

Was it that I didn't warn you?

You were the ones who insisted that I explain everything first!

With so little time, escaping was already difficult enough. You still wanted to wait for me to finish explaining in detail?

If you refused to listen to me, what else could I do?

Douglas only thought this to itself and did not argue aloud. After all—

It no longer had the time to argue. All of its focus was devoted to avoiding the various spatial hazards constantly appearing around it.

With the previous experience to draw upon, Douglas's evasive reactions had clearly risen to another level this time. Although it would inevitably fail to completely evade quite a few attacks over the next dozen minutes or so, it should not suffer injuries as severe as last time.

However, the other three tribal leaders beside it did not possess such capabilities.

All three belonged to purely combat-oriented races with extremely poor perception, and their awareness of spatial phenomena was practically nonexistent.

Less than half a minute after the spatial turbulence began, a massive Spatial Rift