As the battle raged on, the forest burned.
Mountains flattened under monstrous weight. Riverbeds boiled into steam. Towering trees- once ancient guardians of Runewood- were either cleaved in half or turned to ash. Wherever the two beasts passed, they left behind nothing but scorched ruin and trembling silence.
Runewood was no longer a beautiful sacred forest. It was a battlefield of two titans.And it was slowly turning into a living hell.
Far to the south, Robert leapt down from the Velzar tree, landing with urgency in his stride and fear etched into every line of his face.
He barely noticed the burns on his shoulder or the pain in his ribs. His mind was spinning.
"It's pointless," he muttered, eyes scanning the distance. "Chasing after Marissa now is suicide especially with that man with her."
His hands tightened into fists, and without wasting another second, he activated both his [OBSERVATION] and [GHOSTSTEP] techniques.
