Swoosh!
"Richard!" Caesar finally arrived at the scene, his breath steady but his heart pounding. His sharp eyes swept over the battlefield, taking in the chaos and destruction, "Are you alright?"
The moment the words left his mouth, he realized how ridiculous the question was.
Swoosh! Swoosh!
Right behind him, Raiden, Amon, and Sakaar descended in quick succession, with Aro following closely. One after another, the generals landed, their eyes burning with the intent to fight. They had leaped from the grand platform, ready for battle, prepared to face a rampaging monstrosity.
Yet—
What greeted them was nothing like what they had expected.
The colossal five-horned serpent, once a fearsome force of destruction, lay pinned beneath the feet of a single young man. His head burned with emerald flames, his stance unwavering. Of course, it was none other than Richard.
In his right hand, he gripped the giant tail of the beast, taking a U shape.
