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The air was thick with the dragon's agonized breath, shuddering exhales and violent tremors, it seethed. The black chains coiled tighter around its colossal form. And yet even in its furious struggle, even as the dragon screeched and roared, there was something in those, blood-red orbs—
Anguish.
Not rage or even malice.
However Guinevere did not waver as she gazed upon the monster before her. Not a flicker of hesitation, not a tremor of fear.
"Typhon." The whisper was barely audible, a burst of incandescent light erupted. A being materialized within that light, its form carving through existence as though it had always been there, simply waiting for its name to be spoken.
Divine Beast Typhon.
The moment its feet met the ground, the air seem to tremble. Its form was fluffy yet almost jagged, its spiked mane rising high, its body a collection of deep purples, magentas, and glowing whites. Its red eyes locked onto the massive dragon.
