"Layer 7," Damien grinned savagely beneath the shadow of his coat, stepping in front of Isabelle. "Let's see what you've got."
He gripped the hilt of the Pantheon Sword.
His newly forged Eclipse Core hummed in his chest, a perfect, seamless fusion of the Golden Dragon Aura and the Hollow King's Shadow. He was at the 8th Order now.
He was ready to carve his way through the Primordial Wilds.
Down in the boiling black mud of the chasm, the Ancient Void-Crawler, a two-hundred-foot monstrosity of weeping eyes and jagged carapace reared its massive head.
It unhinged a jaw lined with a thousand rusted teeth, preparing to devour the two specks of fresh meat that had just entered its domain.
Damien bent his knees, ready to launch forward.
And then, the Abyss broke.
KRRRR-RUMBLE.
It wasn't an earthquake after all, earthquakes originated from the ground. This vibration came from everywhere.
