Erinette's command rang out, sharp and decisive, slicing through the tension in the air. Immediately, all three Pekkos skidded to a halt, dust swirling around them like a curtain of uncertainty. Javier's eyes flickered with curiosity. "Hah? Why stop - " "Liana! Gloria! Prepare for battle!" Erinette's tone brooked no argument. Liana and Gloria instantly responded, gripping their weapons as their expressions turned serious, ready for whatever threat lay ahead. A shadow flickered at the edge of the trees. From the darkness, two figures emerged. The first was a tall, cloaked figure draped in black robes, their face shrouded beneath a deep hood. An unnatural aura surrounded them, warping the very air as if reality itself recoiled. Beside them loomed a massive man, his towering frame encased in thick, rune - inscribed armor. Resting against his shoulder was a colossal sword, its jagged black metal pulsing with a dark, eerie energy. At its center, a single crimson - red eye opened, locking onto them with a predatory gaze. The moment Javier's gaze met the eye, a low, guttural whisper echoed in his mind.
Chapter Comments (0)
Login to comment.