The subterranean world groaned beneath a weight it was never meant to hold.
Deep within the shifting tectonic layers, the ambient mana vibrated, carrying a sharp, chaotic frequency. For the first time since his existence has come to be in this world, the B-Rank Calamity Lord felt something foreign and paralyzing take root in its consciousness: Primal dread.
Both of its vanguard generals—the Bicrusted Aran and the Drilhead Blub—had been obliterated within mere seconds of each other. He had been ordered to kill the boy because he was a problem, he knew that someone mentioned like that would not be easy to kill. But this, this was beyond dangerous. The human boy was proving deadly now.
Hide was in the ruined tunnel, his breath venting in thin plumes of violet mist. The jagged, black draconic scales covering his arms, neck, and temples pulsed with a deep, rhythmic hum. His ocean-blue eyes that had completely vanished beneath violet, were now back as he calmed down to a degree.
