Serb struts around slowly slick steady staring at his quarry, limbs pop and crack as he is stretching the ages off his old imposing muscular body. At random intervals he stops and stretches the rigid joints yawning out a toxic bile, his breath deadly in its right. His fur is like fine steel shinning as eons of dust fly off. His canines are a deep silver that get sharper with every yawn. His health bar has over forty thousand points in it. SKY Ocean Hunter, Tyr and Styx all brace themselves they know this going to be one of the hardest they have ever fought. SKY Ocean Hunter holds them back he is waiting for Serb to start the fight.
[Dungeon Boss Triggered!]
[DreadDog - Serb - ☆]
Level 40
Hp: 40 000
Mp:10 000
Sp: 20 000
Info: A true evil beast made from the souls of those betrayed by their masters. Everywhere they go Dread Dogs are feared.
