Eryndor and his two Epic beasts were surrounded.
On one side was Zack, a knight capable of manipulating blood.
On another was Roran, who seed to command dozens of deadly, heavenly-like swords.
And then there was Zaroth... and his summon, Luna.
Just from her presence alone, anyone could tell she was the biggest threat.
There was no need to even look at her—just the atmosphere around her seed to bend and change, as if struggling to exist near such an unbelievably strong entity.
It felt as if the world stopped for a mont. The wind died down, and the trees stopped swaying.
All life forms in the vicinity had long since fled, sensing the scale of the battle that was about to erupt.
Then, the ground shook.
Luna imdiately transford into a giant dragon made of bone, her nacing green eyes glowing as she launched herself toward a bird-like creature with terrifying speed, ready to tear it apart.
Zack dug his foot into the ground with such force that he cracked it, then exploded forward toward the three-headed beast.
With each step, the ground beneath him shattered into dozens of pieces, debris scattering in every direction just from the sheer force of his movents.
At the sa ti, dozens of swords flew toward the three-headed beast.
Their speed surpassed that of arrows, and their sharp tips seed capable of slicing the atmosphere itself.
Finally, Zaroth, gripping his sword tightly, took a deep breath and dashed toward Eryndor—the only enemy left for him.
Silverfang finally managed to rise to his four feet, grunting as he lunged at Eryndor from behind, supporting Zaroth.
Zaroth's core burned as he felt his mana draining at an alarming rate. Keeping Luna in her dragon form was a monuntal task, not to ntion the additional strain of keeping his wolf summoned.
On top of it all, he was pushing his body even after it had reached its limits, exhausted and broken.
Ignoring the pain, he gritted his teeth, tasting iron, as he was no doubt bleeding internally.
"Eryndor! You are mine!" he shouted.
This was the only thought keeping him going, helping him push past the unbearable pain.
Killing that son of a bitch.
Zaroth knew he had little chance of defeating Eryndor under normal circumstances. Despite being a Beast Master like him, Eryndor seed to possess so kind of blessing that allowed him to move like a knight.
But that was only if they fought one-on-one.
Silverfang, being faster than Zaroth, reached Eryndor first.
He opened his massive jaws, saliva dripping from them, and brought them down onto Eryndor's leg, closing his mouth with enough force to shatter his bones.
"You fucking dog!" Eryndor muttered as the bone in his leg cracked.
But he didn't have much ti to cry out, as the next second Zaroth was already upon him, slashing with his sword as his eyes shone with nacing green color.
He looked like a hunter about to devour his prey.
Eryndor, seeing that his two beasts were locked in combat of their own, gritted his teeth.
Then he smiled, using his arm to tap the sword Zaroth was swinging, making it miss him by the width of a hair's breath.
"Let's see you try! Let's see who is the more worthy Beast Master to live!" Eryndor shouted, clenching his palm into a fist before punching toward Zaroth.
The punch moved with inhuman speed—it was evident that Eryndor's blessing seed to enhance his physical capabilities.
Naturally, Zaroth wasn't able to see it coming…
Or, he should have been, but without panicking, he moved his head just enough to the side so the punch missed him by a centiter.
"What—" Eryndor seed surprised that the opponent who was supposed to have inferior physical abilities had managed to dodge his punch.
But Zaroth didn't seem surprised by his own achievents. It looked like he was lost in thought.
Because in that mont, as he approached Eryndor, there was nothing else in his mind—not the dragon fighting a giant bird-like beast in the sky, nor the fact that his two friends were fighting a massive three-headed beast.
All he could sense… perceive, was just him and his enemy.
At that mont in ti, Zaroth had managed to do it again, he replicated the thing he had been trying to achieve for two weeks now.
He had reached his peak.
*****
An earth-shattering roar erupted from Luna's massive jaws as she fired a deadly inferno of green flas aid at the giant bird-like beast.
Without hesitation, the giant bird used its tal feathers and passed right through the deadly fla.
It only took a second, but it seed the feathers were able to withstand the terrible heat Luna was producing with her breath…
For now.
As the deadly inferno Luna had unleashed landed on the ground, it ignited in flas.
Zack dashed with staggering speed, reaching the leg of the three-headed beast. Raising his sword, he slashed, splitting the air in two.
The beast sensed that being cut by the sword was bad news and instinctively moved its body, just barely dodging to the side.
Then it felt an unbearable pain in its side. Shifting its gaze, it saw Roran carrying Lily's injured body, as dozens of golden swords rained down toward it.
Not only that, but due to the fight happening in the sky, it seed as if the sky itself was beginning to go into flas.
Suddenly, the third head of the beast—the one closest to Roran—grunted.
It seed to have gotten an idea for how to deal with the deadly threat.
The beast opened its jaws wide, sucking in a staggering amount of air in an instant.
No, not just air, but the green flas in the sky as well.
Ignoring the fact that the inside of its mouth was burning, the beast's eyes shone as it took aim and redirected the inferno toward Roran.
At the sa ti, it bent its tail at an unnatural angle, aiming for Roran again.
No, not Roran, but the person he was carrying.
It seed that the three-headed beast had decided to first kill the current weakest mber of the enemy's squad,
Lily.
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