The great beast lowered itself, gazing at Nolan's body. He lay motionless on the ground, his form blackened and scarred. Smoke drifted slowly from his skin, the stench of burned flesh rising into the still air.
The Behemoth's golden eyes narrowed. It could feel no spark of life within him. The fight was over.
The behemoth turned its back and started moving away. "It was able to quench my thirst… my hunger for battle. At the very least, I wish I could go all out," it said, walking away.
Meanwhile, Nolan lay lifeless. Slowly, he woke up. "Where am I…?" he murmured. "Oh… I just remembered… I died facing that massive Behemoth. I wasn't even able to get stronger."
He stood up, looking around. Clouds stretched as far as the eye could see, and he could barely see anything below. "So… this is the afterlife," Nolan said quietly.
Then, a voice spoke. "Hey… janitor."
