The unborn creature's piercing cry echoed through Macul's entire abdominal cavity. Its tentacle-like tongues extended, resembling a giant snake, swirling in the air and creating strong gusts of wind.
Macul struggled to even stand, let alone raise his sword, feeling a shudder deep within. Meanwhile, Astr exhibited a starkly different demeanor.
His white hair billowed behind him, a grin played on his lips, revealing gleaming white teeth. Ice-blue eyes sparkled with what seemed like flames, and Serene's young master wore an expression of exhilaration and battle-induced madness.
Exhaling, Astr soared through the air like a swift swallow, the silver sword in his hand gleaming brightly as it clashed with the tongues closing in from all directions.
If Oak banshee can't escape from this sword on the forest floor, So there is no chance that this tounge will be able to dodge it.
