Just as Igaris moved closer to the upside-down Hanging Fortress, a shadow burst forth from the crimson mist.
A massive tiger, coated in obsidian fur and marked with glowing red veins, lunged forward. Twin demonic horns twisted from its skull, and its eyes blazed with hatred.
"Roarrrr!"
It roared, the sound splitting the sky.
But Igaris simply lifted a hand and slapped.
Bang.
The tiger's momentum stopped cold as his palm met its face in a casual motion.
And then blood, bone, and brain matter exploded outward before Its body crashed to the ground, twitching once before lying still.
Igaris didn't flinch. He didn't even slow down.
He continued forward, silent and composed, like a final boss walking through the early stages of a game.
He didn't know the location of the Divine Weapon. But the fortress suspended by chains of bone and gold called to him. It felt right. So he headed there.
