After taking down the first one, the Rift Monsters began swarming in huge hordes. Most of them were weak, ranks 1 and 2, their claws and tails glowing faint shades of light and dark green.
Silva didn't even break a sweat. Each one that came too close was reduced to ashes before it could blink. His blasts tore through them from a distance with surgical precision. It felt almost effortless.
"This mission's turning out easier than I expected," he muttered, stretching his arm and glancing at his hand. "Sometimes I forget how far my strength has come."
Snow, perched comfortably on his neck, watched him with her small, curious eyes, a soft smile tugging at her face.
"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" Silva asked with a faint grin.
But before she could chirp a reply, a violent gust tore through the forest. Branches snapped, the ground trembled, and a massive figure burst through the trees, charging straight at him.
