Her eyes couldn't keep up as a blur approached the monster.
Was it Drew? Or Anthony? Or even Julius?
She doubted that they were even this fast…
And then she saw it — silver hair catching the reflection of the white tundra, crimson eyes gleaming with a dangerous light.
It was Azel.
Veyra's heart skipped.
'How the hell is he moving so fast?' she thought.
The same question had gnawed at her yesterday when she glimpsed him flash across the firld.
At the time, it had been so fast she wondered if she'd imagined it.
But now… now she saw it clearly.
His speed wasn't a trick.
It was real.
'Is this how Dante felt?'
That helpless sensation of eyes barely being able to follow, yet the body utterly failing to react.
Even as a Rank 3 monster, the Primate King — crowned in jagged ice, blue eyes glowing like frozen stars could hardly muster a response.
Its massive silver-furred frame loomed like a mountain.
