Reaching the flat top of the mountain, he crouched down and squinted his silver eyes, scanning the vast desert arena. The dust from their previous clash had finally settled, and the wind only disturbed the loose sand across the bedrock, leaving the air perfectly clear.
There was nothing obstructing his view. He kept his spear firmly charged with silver aura, fully prepared to hurl the weapon and fish the worm out the exact second he spotted a disturbance in the dunes.
"Where are you hiding, worm? You can't escape me." He muttered. "No one can."
Down below, the severed half of the worm's body still lay pinned to the desert floor. It oozed a thick, highly corrosive liquid that actively burned the surrounding sand, creating toxic, foul-smelling bubbles. The severed tail was also visibly shrinking and drying up, rapidly losing its mass.
