A few instants before Graye's laughter.
The battlefield shuddered as Siris hung in mid-air, swallowed whole by the crushing palms of a monster that looked like a nightmare stitched together from dragons and titans.
Scales like obsidian armor overlapped across its forearms, each plate glowing faintly with draconic mana.
Two eyes—vertical, molten, ancient—blazed between its clawed fingers, staring straight at the girl it meant to pulp.
Those dragon eyes shimmered with a power that erased magic the instant it appeared.
The Drake Graye slew was said to be the second strongest, but that was only when it came to physical strength.
Overall, the beast that Siris was facing was considered the second strongest.
Heck, in a way, the dragon-eyed beast was stronger than the Colossus if it came down to a magic battle, as no magic works before the beast.
Right now, the beast's grip tightened until Siris felt like her bones would break.
