Eventually, I reached another large chamber where Franky, God of Frankenfoods, awaited me. This monstrous being appeared as a grotesque amalgamation of various food items, his form barely holding together as he squelched and oozed toward me.
"Prepare to meet your doom," Franky growled menacingly, raising a gigantic onion ring mace. "Belladonna has promised me a feast beyond compare if I defeat you!"
As he swung his weapon at me, I knew that my fight – both for Grimora's safety and my own – was far from over. Life in the Heavenly Realms might never be simple or straightforward, but as long as I had something worth fighting for, I wouldn't give up.
With renewed determination, I dodged Franky's attacks, weaving in and out of his wild swings. His size and strength were formidable, but his movements were slow and predictable compared to the lightning-fast strikes from Pizzaria.
