The cracks expanded like veins bursting under the weight of a demonic heart.
Two colossi had fallen, but the arena did not crumble. On the contrary—the feeling of suffocation intensified, and the surrounding forest itself bowed, as if bending its twisted branches in reverence to what was emerging.
From the magma and shadow, bones, embers, and smoke coalesced, twisting into a living mass. A colossal carcass rose, formed from the ashes of the guardians. Horns larger than towers protruded, wings made of bone and flames tore through the air, and teeth like swords erupted from a flaming maw.
It was as if the arena itself had spat out its true form: the High Guardian, formed from the fusion of the two defeated entities.
Titania fell to her knees under the impact of the presence. Her hands covered her ears, tears streaming in fear.
"Great... they decided to swallow each other and become one... what a shame."
