In the tumultuous aftermath of the Primordial beast's entrance, Lenny, battered and bruised, attempted to regain his footing. The watery onslaught unleashed by the beast flooded the Arena, its liquid tendrils reaching out with a life of their own, converging on Lenny with the intent to pull him under.
As the water surged, a dual threat erged— the dragon, Mr. Augustus, and the relentless waves, both converging on the beleaguered thief who was lenny.
In a decisive move, the dragon, fueled by its desire to reclaim the stolen gem nestled within Lenny's form, lunged forward with a powerful smash, forcing the water in its imdiate vicinity to evaporate into mist.
Beneath the dissipating mist, Lenny, struggling against the encroaching elents, attempted to rise and escape the impending onslaught.
However, fate had other plans. In a swift motion, the dragon's colossal wing swept through the air, severing both of Lenny's legs with a rciless precision that left him screaming in agonizing pain.
"Ahhh!" Lenny's cry echoed through the Arena, a stark reminder of his vulnerability in the face of these formidable adversaries.
The dragon, triumphant in its capture, taunted, "Got you, Vermin!" The Arena, now a battleground of cosmic proportions, seed to close in on Lenny as he lay helpless on the ground.
Just as the dragon prepared to strike the final blow, an unexpected savior erged.
Governor Momoa, the formidable Great Demon, intervened with a ferocious counterattack. A blast of cosmic energy, interwoven with darkline magic, erupted from Governor Momoa's formidable form, creating a dazzling display of power.
Of course, this was not because he intended to save Lenny but because he did not want the Dragon to get the Invitation stone for himself.
The dragon roared in frustration as the darkline magic disrupted its calculated assault.
The sudden intervention provided Lenny with a montary reprieve, a fleeting chance to comprehend the unexpected ally that had stepped into the fray.
The uselessness that had gripped Lenny in the dragon's clutches began to dissipate. With a mix of awe and annoyance at his helplessness, he watched as Governor Momoa's formidable powers clashed with the dragon's might. It was a spectacle of otherworldly proportions, where the elental forces collided in a dazzling symphony, resonating with the unyielding spirit of those entangled in this fantastical narrative.
Governor Momoa was really not an adversity to be ssed with. He waved his big Bat like wings that moved like swords with a life of their own and they caused the dragon to finally shed blood as the wings cut through its body with incredible precision.
Blood like a small river poured unto the ground, so of which was on Lenny.
"AHHH!!!" Lenny scread again, the Blood of a Great Demon ranked being was no funny matter. That from the Primordial beast had more healing qualities but from the Dragon was like acid on the skin.
Lenny had grown in power, and he was only a step from becoming a a Peak power house in the Deep Demon rank stage, but in a battle where peak great demon existences clashed, he was like a boat at sea, at the rcy of the raging storm.
All the power he tried to gather kept on dissipating at rely just the shockwaves produced by the clash of the Great Demon existences.
Lenny had not felt this miserable and helpless since he forth for his life against the Chira queen back in the Arena.
This was true power, the peak of existence in this world. By now, The Arena was no more. If Glenn had not taken the people away, they would have all died.
The Arena would have been filled with limbs and human organs scattered everywhere.
Fortunately, she had done as Lenny requested.
At the mont, lenny bleed from his armless shoulder, and also from his legs as the Satan system tried its best to heal him. However, healing was slow as a result of the strong darkline magic mixed with cosmic energy of a higher value in his wounds.
The pain was intense, but Lenny had been in very tight situations in his life ti. He Struggled to back away as he continually fired Fireballs with one hand, further depleting his magic reserves. As things were, he was already more than half way through it.
His Hp was also half full.
In the midst of the chaotic confrontation, the Primordial beast, wielding its nacing tendrils and tentacles, launched a ferocious attack. However, the trajectory of its assault took an unexpected turn as it collided with the body of the dragon, Mr. Augustus. In that mont of impact, the dragon's red eyes glowed with an unearthly radiance, a revelation dawning upon the colossal creature.
With a tone of realization, the dragon addressed the Primordial beast, "It seems like you are sick... Hahaaha!!! I can sense it. Your core is gone!" The revelation echoed through the Arena, casting a montary stillness upon the battlefield. The absence of a core, a vital source of power for the Primordial beast, beca apparent, altering the dynamics of the ongoing clash.
In response to this newfound vulnerability, Governor Momoa, the formidable Great Demon, seized the opportunity. Swiftly changing the target of his attack, he redirected his cosmic-infused onslaught towards the now-weakened Primordial beast. The absence of its core rendered the once-mighty creature susceptible to the onslaught, transforming it into easy prey for the cosmic forces unleashed by Governor Momoa.
The revelation of the Primordial beast's ailnt added a layer of complexity to the already intense conflict. The dragon's keen perception and the subsequent shift in focus by Governor Momoa demonstrated the ever-changing nature of the battlefield.
This revelation served as a pivotal mont in the ongoing battle. Now, it was two Great Demon Level Existences against one.
The shockwaves of their attacks practically destroyed the entire City and spread far for hundreds of kiloters into the wasteland.
At the sa ti, sowhere not so far away within the depths of the earth, the undead commander, Duncan and Clawed now an undead waited for their opportunity to strike...
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