Pentaro's eyes flickered open, his consciousness slowly returning from the abyss. The world around him swayed and spun, and a throbbing ache pounded in his head. Yet, a surge of determination coursed through his veins, fueled by an unyielding desire to save not only himself but his friends too.
Expecting to find the monstrous Snile locked in a fierce battle with Silon, Pentaro was taken aback by a bewildering sight. Silon lay motionless, unharmed and unscathed. The Snile, on the other hand, was not merely wounded; it had been reduced to minuscule, glistening fragments.
"Who did that? You?" MK's voice, tinged with astonishment, cut through the disorienting haze. He, too, was regaining consciousness.
Pentaro's gaze remained fixed on the shattered remains of the once-terrifying beast, his eyes wide with a mix of awe and reverence. "No, it wasn't me," he replied, his voice filled with wonder. "Someone else... someone or something, did this."
