As the battle raged on the surface, Drakon, Zephyrus, and Rowan continued to wield their formidable new sets with devastating effectiveness. Each leader, clad in their respective armors, dispatched the platinum tier Earth Blood Worms with such precision and power that the battlefield began to clear more rapidly than anyone had anticipated.
Deep beneath the ground, away from the chaos and carnage above, a starkly different scene unfolded. In a dimly lit underground chamber, an old man sat comfortably in an ornate chair, sipping tea with a contented smirk on his face. His eyes twinkled with mischief and satisfaction as he pondered the destruction he believed his "babies" were causing above ground.
"I wonder just what kind of destruction my babies have inflicted above," he mused aloud, his voice smooth and filled with anticipatory glee. The smirk on his lips widened, a silent toast to his supposed success.