The howling wind tore across the roof of the colossal glass skyscraper, whipping through the dark fabric of Rosh's formal attire. He stood perfectly balanced on the razor-thin edge of the parapet, his hands resting casually inside his coat pockets as his eyes swept over the sprawling, neon-lit skyline below.
Rosh's spatial perception was far beyond what any human or standard Calamity beast could comprehend. To him, the world was not made of concrete, glass, or steel; it was a delicate web of dimensional threads and pulsing mana frequencies. Following the strict directive he had been given, his primary objective was clear: locate the elusive entity known as the Doom Overseer.
