A silver-black crow flew above the army of the clans, a deep black sun, seemingly from the Netherworld, burning behind it.
"Nether Sun Manipulation."
The black sun began to descend toward the army. Screams and grunts of pain resounded as people were burned by the sun's flames.
Those who were burned tried to suppress the fire, but most of them failed, watching helplessly as the flames consumed them.
This caused a wave of fear to spread through the army. But it wasn't just the crow that inflicted damage—Draco's army was mercilessly massacring the clan's forces.
The Shadow Fox stood in front of part of the army. Suddenly, the shadows of the soldiers in front of it bound them in place. The Shadow Fox grew out its nine shadow tails, which lashed out, piercing the enemies—killing some and seriously injuring others.
The Night Shadow faced another section of the army. Suddenly, the soldiers turned on each other, attacking their own allies, while the Night Shadow simply watched.
