Outside the dungeon, Gray and the calamity known as Henry faced down the towering figure of the Aztec King.
Each move was a struggle against an overwhelming force. Gray, despite his young age and incredible capabilities had stood defiantly to fight, driven by his hated werewolf origins and a fierce resolve.
But even with his cunning and instincts, he was barely a match. Every strike he attempted bounced off the Aztec King's bronze armor-like skin, each effort leaving him more worn and desperate.
The only one managing to keep the Aztec King at bay, even slightly, was Henry, the bloodied Calamity. But Henry was far from his full strength after countless years of imprisonment, his body was very weakened and his power fractured.
Meanwhile, the Aztec King was unyielding, fighting at his prime, his strength far beyond the limits of even a level five power. One that even Gray had not reached.
