He watched the silent confrontation between the two powerhouses in a muted stupor, too small to interject. Even breathing aloud seemed like a luxury he possess any more in the face of the old titans.
He bit his lips, feeling each second drag for an eternity in an endless mental torture that tested the limits of his resilience.
Yet, he controlled himself despite the fear, anguish, and panic.
Through his trembling pupils, he observed the Kraken's tentacles tense around the city's barrier, and its colossal eyes release a sea of mana.
Then, his soul almost crumbled when the mythical magus-level creature turned to them.
Its beak opened, rage making the movement deliberate and adding to the terror they felt before the water trembled as its abyssal voice echoed.
