Fionn stared, astonished, looked at Ether wreaking havoc below, thinking "Damn, I just asked him to cause some chaos, but this guy is going on a full-fledged massacre; if this continues, it will be extremely tough for me to obtain an Anomaly."

ROARRR!

A pained roar could be heard as the muscular Cyclopes flew back, one arm severed, coughing up blood.

Hearing that howl, the other weaker Cyclopes just stared around like retards, left and right. Limiting their senses appears to have reduced them to the level of zombies.

The visibility was still poor, but from Fionn's vantage point one could still see a massive wolf with reddish black fur steadily approaching the muscular Cyclopes, who was laying on the ground with his chest caved in and one arm missing.

Ether was rather intimidating in his domain of blood fog; being in the presence of so much blood appears to have buffed him tremendously. The exhaustion from so much slaughter is nowhere to be found; instead, he appears to be ready for another round, his brilliant red eyes reflecting his excitement.

His claws and fangs are now sharper, his muscles are more prominent, his fur is thicker and has a metallic feel, and his bulk appears to have increased considerably.

"Buddy, flee immediately, leave him alone, the main force is approaching." Through his psychic link, Ether, who was ready to deliver the killing blow, heard Fionn's urgent voice.

Hearing Fionn's command, Ether ran immediately, destroying his domineering demeanour; even the muscular Cyclopes on the edge of death gaped stunned at the quickness with which he fled.

Moments after Ether had fled. with a loud BOOOM! A gust of wind dispersed the blood Fog in the area, allowing the Cyclopes to restore their senses.

The half-dead muscular Cyclopes struggled to his feet and peered behind him; what greeted him was a creature roughly 3m tall, his entire body coated in blue reptilian scales. He had the visage of a lizard and the eyes of a dragon. He carried a broadsword in his hand and peered out into the distance with ruthlessness in his eyes.

There were six more Cyclopes comparable to the muscular Cyclopes behind the Lizardman, and as he glanced about at the massacre, his eyes grew colder. Taking a deep breath, he yelled in his native language at the dumbly staring Cyclopes.

Fionn mused on the Lizardman's actions as he hid inside the black haze in the sky, watching the entire event. "This guy seems to be quite intelligent, he even knows how to use magic."

After some commanding and arranging, the Lizardman gathered a massive army of Cyclopes and stormed into the forest.

Fionn smirked contemptuously, thinking, "Even if these guys find Ether, they'll never be able to capture him."

Looking around the now-empty settlement, fionn moved cautiously towards the magical array in the centre.

The closer he approached to the array, the faster the pendant consumed his mana.

"The Core of the plane must be somewhere around here," thought Fionn, feeling the accelerated mana consumption.

The settlement was erected in a big clearing in the midst of the forest, with the majority of the land remaining undeveloped for the weaker Cycplopes to roam. A few hundred crude huts were built near the centre, around the array, and were most likely occupied by the stronger Cyclopes and Lizardmen.

Finally reaching the sky above the array, Fionn noticed about 5 muscular Cyclopes guarding the place, as well as a large cave just a few metres away from the array; the Lizardman had previously come from the hut next to this cave, so Fionn suspected the occupant of this cave, if there is one, was still inside.

The weaker Cyclopes were guiding all the newly born Anomalies inside the cave, while the muscular ones stood guard.

Fionn withdrew a scroll from his spatial ring after inspecting the entire area, thinking to himself, "sigh, if I had learned these battlespells, I could have saved so much crystals on these spell scrolls."

Then, with a green flash, a desert eagle appeared in his hand, and when the magic scroll was activated, a grey film covered his desert eagle.

Fionn nodded, pleased with the results of the magic scroll, and pointed the gun at the nearest Cyclopes, saying, "Let's see how well this silence spell works."