The mountain plateau continued to fracture under the sheer density of the Watcher's aura, driving the jagged cracks deeper into the raw gold veins beneath their feet.
Hajin remained standing, though his body was rapidly approaching its breaking point as the weight forced the breath from his lungs. The Watcher tilted its head slightly, watching him struggle while not showing a single sign of strain on its own aristocratic features.
"I must admit, I am rather disappointed," it murmured, its voice cutting effortlessly through the rushing wind as it stepped forward.
"I am barely using a fraction of my actual power, little lord," the monster taunted, an amused, mocking smile curving across its face, "perhaps your arrogance is just without legs, entirely unsupported by anything resembling real strength."
Hajin did not appreciate those words in the slightest, the sharp insult cutting through the physical pain racking his spine and ribs.
