As the last traces of the earlier battle faded, the next contender emerged from the shadows. This was no ordinary beast - it was a Tier 9 monster with an affinity for sand. It stood towering over the arena, its body composed of swirling grains of sand, constantly shifting and reshaping. It was as if a piece of the Sahara had come to life.
With a mere gesture, the beast transformed the surroundings. Green grass and solid ground gave way to a sprawling, arid desert, stretching as far as the eye could see. The transformation was swift and complete, leaving no trace of the previous landscape. The air became heavy with dust, making it difficult for Johan to see clearly. 'From bloody beasts to sandy landscapes, this really is a world of extremes,' he mused, a wry smile playing on his lips.
