The sheer, overwhelming atmospheric pressure of the Frost-Blight Sovereign's Level 38 aura slammed into the plateau like a physical tidal wave.
The colossal, eighty-foot-long serpentine leviathan drifted downward from the two-hundred-foot spire of black ice. Its four hollow, glowing blue eyes locked onto Ren's massive, trench-coat-clad figure.
The Sovereign hissed gently, its telepathic voice echoing across the polished ice with a cheeky tone, "Must you challenge a continental threat every time you make a move up this mountain?"
"Can't you tell? I'm just looking for an excuse to harvest your core..." Ren replied calmly, his completely solid violet eyes cutting through the freezing air.
The Sovereign's absolute zero aura fluttered. "Too bad your Level 25 biology cannot survive this altitude," it responded in a quiet, chilling whisper.
