In the heart of the Death Forest, Isaiah and Jack stood face-to-face with the terrifying beast. It was massive, its body rippling with Half-Primordial aura. Its deep, guttural growl resonated across the forest, sending nearby creatures fleeing for their lives. The ground beneath its clawed feet cracked with every step it took, and its eyes glowed with an unnatural light, a mix of rage and primal instinct.
This was no ordinary foe—it was a Half-Primordial beast, a creature born from the very chaos that shaped the world.
"This thing's power…" Isaiah muttered under his breath, his golden spear trembling slightly in his hand. His usually calm expression darkened. "It's beyond our own combined... I think?"
Jack, ever the battle-crazed maniac, only grinned. Blood surged in his veins, and his heart pounded with excitement. "Oh, I like this! Look at it—huge, angry, probably impossible to kill. This is gonna be fun!"
