Voomie rampaged across [Track Four – No Fly Zone].
The earth split apart wherever her countless tentacles crawled.
Participants scattered in every direction, desperately trying to avoid the eldritch disaster advancing behind them.
"WOOOOOOORRRRRRFF!!"
The strange cry echoed throughout the track once more.
Her newly awakened Boarf reverberated across the landscape.
The sound alone shook the ground.
Cliffs cracked.
Loose boulders tumbled down the mountainsides.
Even competitors several kilometers away instinctively covered their ears.
Even the spectators shivered.
"That bark is getting stronger."
"It's not even a bark anymore."
"It sounds like reality itself is coughing."
The strangest part was that the race itself had begun treating Voomie and the Outer God as a single competitor.
Originally, the construct and its creator were meant to be separate.
Now, the distinction had become almost meaningless.
