The roar of the Three-Headed Hellhound came to an abrupt stop, its massive body completely still. In quick succession, Boen, who was frozen behind Ronan, and the statue's Magic Body holding the scepter, silently disintegrated into pieces.
"Crack—"
The sound of something shattering echoed.
Boen, with a ghastly pale face, stumbled out from a distant void.
He looked down at his palm, examining a gray crest shattered beyond recognition. He raised his head bit by bit incredulously, his expression akin to seeing a ghost, as he gazed at the distant slim silhouette emanating a faint silver glow.
"Is this... Level 5?!"
Boen finally understood why "Cerberus" descended in such a maimed form.
That monster.
The monster that descended alongside Cerberus!
On the surface, it seemed to have only the strength of a Level 5 Wizard, yet in a single encounter, it almost shredded his body and soul into pieces together!
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