The creature did not roar.
It didn't need to.
Its presence was a roar in itself. Its every movement seemed to cause all of the surrounding air to tremble.
The colossal wyrm-like creature made of bone and metal loomed below…and then above Kain as it began to fully stretch out its body until its head even surpassed Kain flying in the air, its half-fossilized body groaning as it dragged itself fully from the depths.
Armor-like plates shimmered with spiritual power, ancient and malicious. That unblinking, golden eye—big as a car—locked on Kain.
And only Kain.
Even amidst the chaos of battle, the drifting rubble, the wind and heat, Kain felt the stillness of that stare.
It wasn't wild. It wasn't blind fury.
It was focus.
Singular, suffocating focus.
"…Oh no," Kain murmured. A sinking cold settled in his gut.
The others hadn't realized it yet—not fully.
