At the Enerath Clan, night already at its peak, while the dim starlight brightened the horizon as if trying to boast about its own fragile brilliance.
Sounds of stone pebbles, sand, and mountain debris roared beneath the settling dust as the Primordial Beast's Monarch rose to its feet. The dust parted to both sides like the dramatic unveiling of a stage curtain, revealing the towering figure of the Primordial Beast's Monarch.
The flames that once cloaked its body were gone. Its gaze sharpened, stern, heavy, focused on the distant Vacuros, faint trails of smoke still rising from its scorched form.
"This dude is just like that bastard… their strength grows with every second," it muttered within itself.
A flicker of worry traced its instincts. "If this drags on any further, I might end up at a disadvantage."
