As Ryan descended toward the ground, his fingers clenched the hilt of his spear, its cold metal a reassuring anchor in his grip.
Among the lizard men, a few fervently slashed at the protective barrier shielding the knights, their crude weapons clanging against the magical shield.
Meanwhile, others bided their time, sinister anticipation evident in their beady eyes, waiting for Ryan's inevitable landing to launch their attack.
In that tense moment, Ryan's eyes widened, his focus intensifying as the spear in his grasp seemed to pulse with newfound energy.
The very air crackled with the electric surge that enveloped the weapon, and the force was so potent that it pushed against Ryan's hand, threatening to yank the weapon from his grip.
Yet, he stood strong, his determined expression etched with struggle to maintain his balance against the powerful surge.