"Buzz!"
From the shimmering ripples of warped space, the massive figure stepped through.
Its form blotted out the rising sun, fifty meters of pure nightmare. Dark skin like blackened iron, twin jagged horns curling upward from its skull, and three enormous crimson eyes that burned with a malice so dense it felt physical.
The moment its aura washed over them, Luthor froze. His knees buckled involuntarily. A crushing weight pressed down on his chest until breathing felt like trying to inhale molten lead.
There was no mistaking it.
Lord-class Hollow.
That meant it was on par with an S-Rank Evolver, perhaps even stronger. Luthor's fear was no weakness; this was the kind of presence that could shatter minds before even lifting a claw.
"W-Who are you? Why are you here?" Luthor's voice trembled, but he forced himself to lift his gaze toward those three ominous, unblinking eyes. His fingers gripped the hilt of his sword so tightly his knuckles turned white.
