>>>>THIRD PERSON POV<<<<
The growl echoed again.
It rolled beneath Floor Ninety-Nine like distant thunder, low enough to make the shattered ground vibrate beneath Belzemoth's feet.
Then it came again.
Louder.
Longer.
The molten stone trembled.
Cracks spread across the battlefield, not from the descending sphere of darkness, but from something forcing its way upward.
Belzemoth frowned.
"...What now?"
The growling didn't stop.
It grew closer with every passing second.
The sound was accompanied by violent tremors that rippled across the floor, sending loose chunks of stone bouncing across the battlefield.
Zeref remained where he lay, unable to move, only managing to turn his head slightly toward the source of the noise.
"...That..."
Another deafening roar erupted from below.
The ground directly beneath Zeref exploded.
Stone, molten rock, and black crystal shot skyward in a violent eruption as a colossal silver figure burst through the collapsing floor.
