Draven's short-distance teleportation kept him one step ahead of the Beast's relentless pursuit. The ground trembled and shattered under the Beast's colossal weight as it toppled tables, crushed elite black guards underfoot, and left a trail of destruction in its wake. The chaos of the battle intensified as the guards continued to shoot crossbows and unleash various gadgets at Draven, trying to hinder his movements and bring him down.
With each dodge and teleportation, Draven's adrenaline surged, his mind racing with strategies to take down the Beast. But Margoth's words echoed in his ears, reminding him that he couldn't keep running forever. As the battle raged on, it became clear that survival meant finding a way to defeat the monstrous foe.
"Draven, you can't keep avoiding him like this!" Margoth's voice resonated in Draven's mind. "You must find a way to overcome the Beast, or else he'll tear us apart, and there will be no escape."
