The situation turned critical in an instant.
Even with his unmatched speed and profound movement technique, Typhon was still a hundred meters away from the Chimera Sovereign, his form weaving through the air like shifting mist as he closed the distance. Morgana followed several meters behind him, her flaming wings cutting through the sky. At the same time, Emery remained farther back—his body still weighed down by the exhaustion of his previous attack.
And that distance—
It was enough to decide life or death.
The Chimera Sovereign, its grotesque body still burning and unstable, opened the monstrous maw on its stomach. Rows of jagged teeth spread apart as its long, fleshy tongue lashed outward with terrifying speed.
It struck without warning.
