The antlers of the white monster trembled incessantly.
The agony of having its bones shattered and flesh torn from the wrist was indescribable.
Yet it still managed to pull back its broken hand and the palm that clutched something tightly to its chest.
Kneeling on its bent legs, it seemed to be praying for something.
A soft golden light began to rise from where it knelt, growing ever brighter.
Visibly, the stump of its lost wrist was quickly staunching the flow of blood, and bits of flesh seemed to come alive, beginning to intertwine and grow.
Due to its massive size, a single step back from the monster was equivalent to a dozen steps for a human.
Lann now carried the Turbulent Flow Greatsword on his shoulder, walking towards Amelia.
Neither hurried nor slowed, he behaved as if he didn't notice the obviously supernatural golden light.
Lann made no sudden movements, yet abruptly, the white monster began trembling spontaneously.
