The humans stared in horror at the being looming in the heavens, for the first time truly realizing how small and insignificant they were.
That thing was so vast it could have swallowed a quarter of their continent in a single bite.
As if to flaunt its power, massive tentacles crashed from the skies, sweeping across the ground. The earth was overturned wherever they struck, and stones and soil were hurled into the air.
Vines suddenly tightened around the humans, dragging them toward the gray mist at the dungeon's edge.
According to the rules, no one could enter that mist — those who did would never return.
But now, even that danger seemed safer than staying on this battlefield.
Fiona clutched the vine around her waist and whispered, "Dorian..." Her voice trembled as tears streamed down her face. "He'll win, won't he? We'll win. Please... don't die!"
No one answered. No one even heard her.
Amid the raging storm, Silvanus spoke calmly: "Raphael, leave."
