Well, if cores could still think and talk, this one would've already begged for a ceasefire.
In fact, it would've wanted nothing more than to conjure up a giant white flag and wave it desperately.
But no.
There was no escape from this madness.
The terrible pint-sized being in front of it didn't seem to think it was enough.
What kind of tyranny was this?!
An Umbral Skyhunter.
Correction. The Umbral Skyhunter. A legendary sky beast whose regal form once ruled the corrupted skies. When it wasn't cloaked and poised for attack, it could only be described as majestic—a creature of pure poise. It had looks, it had fame, it had power. It had it all. Even in death, it remained a proud being.
But what was this? What was this madness?!
