Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 995

Chapter 995: Chapter 995 - Taming Torpor - 2

Three simultaneous impacts from above, no warning. The ancient stone of the hall, something that had been holding for centuries and had finally decided it was done and gave way.

Zhao came through the center with every blade feather already deployed before the dust had a chance to settle, the Owl and Raptor fusion already visible above him, wings open but already closing at the attack angle of something falling from height with insane top speed.

Taro was being carried on the left talon, a spinning technique already fully charged when he entered, the one with the highest concentration of yellow crystal shifted to orange-red from the build-up, which was what had opened the roof without losing momentum.

Liu came in on the right talon with a sound attack, not visible but felt in the structures before it was heard.

Behind them, more. The flying squad that had been holding the mutant flow in the Starweaver sector, freed because the flow itself had been interrupted a while ago, and who had sensed no mutant mana anymore but the exchange of mana from where they were with enough intensity to understand that the correct direction to keep fighting was here and not anywhere else.

The three impacts converged on the position where Orion stood. The combined force of everything arriving at once threw up a cloud of pulverized stone that expanded through the hall in every direction simultaneously.

The battle had left Orion unable to direct the mutants for some time already. Which was what had freed this group to come back at all.

The dust of the impact filled the hall.

For a long moment there was nothing to see inside but the news from outside began to arrive.

Not as an organized report. It arrived the way a room’s atmosphere changes when something that has been pressing against it from outside suddenly stops pressing: in the sounds that now came through more clearly from beyond the doors, in the posture of Orion’s soldiers standing nearest to the entrances, in the small unconscious adjustments of people who had spent enough time in combat to read those signals before the verbal information caught up.

The forces that had been pushed south had come back.

The mutant flow that Orion had been using to keep the defensive forces separated, the constant pressure that had made it impossible to concentrate tamers in one place without leaving another place unprotected, had stopped way earlier than expected.

First as a pause, then as a genuine absence. The tamers who had been paying the cost of holding that flow without rest, hour after hour, finally had enough breathing room to send scouts out and understand that the pressure wasn’t coming back soon.

And then to decide what to do with that information.

What they had decided was obvious to anyone with a view from above like Zhao.

Most of them came in through the rear of Orion’s army.

Not in numbers that changed the equation decisively, Orion’s plan had been constructed too carefully and too far in advance for a last-minute repositioning to undo it completely. There were still considerably more soldiers on his side.

But the difference between a comfortable numerical advantage and a numerical advantage that required constant management to prevent erosion was the difference between an army that could press forward into the hall and one that had to watch its own flanks while doing it.

Those were not the same thing.

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