The colossal King Centipede loomed over the ruined plaza, its fifty-meter-long body a terrifying marvel of evolution. Each segment of its exoskeleton was heavily armored in a deep, iridescent purple chitin, a material forged through centuries of ruthless battles in the Third World. Having evolved far beyond the limits of standard small organisms, it had scaled its lethal adaptability to catastrophic proportions, possessing enough highly condensed toxic energy to melt a city block.
"Human, you do know I am a Fusion stage monster! Even this world can't restrict my powers. Why would I submit to you?" The Centipede asked, staring straight at Mirabella. Its voice did not come from vocal cords, but from the terrifying, high-frequency vibration of its massive mandibles scraping against each other.
To a Fusion stage entity, the dimensional laws of Earth were little more than a mild inconvenience.
