During the moment Lunara pushed Karl off the attack targetry, at the other side, Nyxander stood to his feet, stretching his arms as if shaking life back into his muscles, massaging the tension that clung stubbornly to his frame. Across from him, the Primordial Beast Monarch watched in silence, its monstrous presence filling the space as it gently freed its massive right wrist from the shackling grip of its slowly loosening left fingers.
"Haaaaa!" Nyxander's yell tore from his chest, raw and guttural, like a lion shaking the silence of its cage. He cracked his neck sharply, each pop echoing like war drums, as if shaking free the remnants of exhaustion clinging to his body.
