"Get back!" Sol roared at Elyndra, he knew that there was no winning. Only how spectacularly he would lose. And his pride refused to let him just die without throwing a punch. He instinctively stepped in front of the alien girl, bracing his spear, preparing to burn every single drop of his newly acquired essence in a suicidal strike.
Even if this Layer 4 monster would crush him like an insect, he would make it bleed first.
But… Elyndra didn't move.
She didn't gasp or flinch. She didn't even summon her glowing violet shield.
She just stood there, hands clasped behind her back, looking at the massive, terrifying Layer 4 monster with the same mild, detached curiosity she had given the dead boar.
he just stood there behind him, her hands clasped casually behind her back. She peered around Sol's broad shoulder, looking up at the massive, terrifying Layer 4 monster with the exact same mild, detached curiosity she had given the dead boar a few minutes ago.
