Arguo emerged, its transformed form vibrating with indignation at such disrespect to its power.
But what it found above froze even its watery blood.
Dozens of high-level soldiers formed a perfect circle around the crater.
The monster still retained enough mana to generate an impressive amount of water, more than Arterro at his time.
But thoughts about their disrespect vanished, this was a trap, and it would have to stop thinking about its pride as an artromus to worry about its primary responsibility.
Perhaps it could still break the encirclement and escape, but bad news were still coming, something was wrong.
Control over its element began slipping through its claws.
It was impossible, inconceivable.
In its transformed form, its dominion over water should be absolute. Far superior to any parasite.
