Ani's face turned conflicted.
The Aura oozing out of the white-scaled Monster made it obvious that it wouldn't be a pushover anymore. That it wouldn't act as a punching bag anymore.
But the expression on its face was strange.
A Monster's face rarely expresses emotions. Not only that, but the scope of emotions able to be expressed by that face is narrow.
Boredom? Sorrow? A quiet rage? Frustration?
The Commander couldn't tell.
One thing was clear though.
-Let's get this over with-
That's what the expression on the white-scaled Monster's face said. It reminded her of...
Mark extended his arm to the side.
He moved his shoulder, elbow, and wrist.
Crack- Crack- Crack-
He did the same for his right arm.
Crack- Crack- Crack-
Finally, he tilted his neck until it touched his shoulder.
Crack-
