The Tyrant Drake's roar echoed across the mountains like the wrath of an ancient king.
A crimson aura erupted from its body, sweeping through the valley with enough force to uproot trees and send boulders tumbling down the cliffs. The ground cracked beneath its feet as mana condensed around its massive frame, forming jagged scales of hardened energy over its already formidable body.
The surviving adventurers instinctively retreated.
"...It's getting stronger?"
"No..."
"It's using everything it has left!"
The pressure alone made it difficult to breathe.
Yet two people remained perfectly still.
Alex.
Saeko.
The wind tugged gently at their clothes as they stood shoulder to shoulder.
Alex slowly spun his magical gun around his finger before catching it effortlessly.
A relaxed smile appeared on his face.
"So... one last dance?"
Saeko smiled back, her usually cold expression softening just enough.
"...Let's make it beautiful."
The Tyrant Drake charged.
The mountain shook.
