Percival was alone.
The world outside celebrated unity whilst he faced the precipitate of aloneless. The consequence of challenging a Gate World solo.
Nevertheless, if there was one thing the sword-wielding Percival knew, it was giving up wasn't an option.
Not when an entire world had it out for him. If he was going to be more powerful than the rest of them, this Encounter Zone was but a grain of sand amongst the desert of things he must accomplish.
Within that grain of sand however, a tinier grain existed; one that he had to crush first in order to crumble the entire grain.
The Magma Elder.
⸢Threat: Magma Elder (Lvl 80)⸥
⸢Main Skills: Hive Command: Controls the Saurian Scuttlers⸥
⸢Magma Manipulation: Can cause intentional geysers⸥
⸢Intelligent Core: High intelligence and ability to deceive⸥
Percival narrowed his eyes.
The Elder narrowed its back. They glowed like pits of molten gold.
