Even the slow movements of the ridiculously colossal beast felt apocalyptic to the insignificant mortals who witnessed it.
Observing the Desolate God's arrival up close left Westheid feeling a little numb. He knew the Devourer's true power lay in its Desolate God form, unleashed after releasing its Chaos essence. But knowing the concept was one thing; facing it head-on was another entirely.
"This thing is at the Legendary Tier, isn't it?"
Westheid clicked his tongue. The fierce winds whipped at his face, and he could actually feel the sting of pain.
"A fully unleashed Desolate God is indeed comparable to a Legend."
The battle intent in Mivana's golden-red eyes intensified. The Wolf-eared Maiden panted heavily under the dense Chaos aura, but she was still managing to hold on to her sanity. In the past, she would have lost her mind long ago.
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