BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The smooth golden basin violently ruptured as a series of massive subterranean explosions tore through the dunes, sending fountains of sand shooting into the sky like apocalyptic fireworks. With a deafening, metallic screech, the black leviathan sprung back up into the blinding sunlight, spraying waves of heat and dust across the sky.
He was still in there.
Lexel hadn't been minced. His stance had shifted, adapting to the brutal crushing forces of the monster.
Two bare, blood-stained feet were planted squarely onto the creature's bottom jaw, violently pushing it downward. Both of his palms, reinforced by Anthierin's silver gauntlets, were locked in a desperate, grinding shove against the roof of the upper jaw.
