"Damn. What kind of Lord, at this rank, wields power like this? What kind of transformation grants that level of strength?"
Even from a distance, the difference was clear.
Soren, now in his beast form, had blocked Raze's full-force strike like it was nothing.
Every step the creature took sent tremors through the battlefield, shockwaves rippling outward, forcing most of the troops to stay back. Only the elite fighters could get close without being flung aside. From the ground, spectral roots burst forth, lashing out like living chains, ready to ensnare any who dared to approach.
From above, Atlas remained on his floating throne, eyes locked on the monster. Edrik now stood beside him.
"My Lord, I'd say we've hit the jackpot with this one."
Atlas raised a brow. "Is that a good one or a bad one?"
"Anything can be good… if we're smart enough to handle it."
