Emi was having a hard time believing that this gigantic beast could be a puppet of the Overlord, with such terrifying strength. She couldn't even fathom what true horror behind that melodic singing looks like.
This monster was alone more than enough to flatten an entire city, but it was just a puppet of the Overlord.
I didn't explain much to her, because after all, all I was doing was making assumptions.
Once the giant demon fully stands up, the height of the peak reaches the clouds. His face was made up of broken rocks, old and cracked. The mountain was like its shell. This beast could be considered a turtle in a sense.
The lady black was still standing there watching the turtle moving towards her at a slow pace. She wasn't worried about the turtle, clearly showing confidence in her strength.
