"Pardoth."
"...Dragon Monarch." Pardoth comically bowed with a small smirk.
'Hmm...' Fafnir ignored his antics and turned to look at Amanda, and her friend as well.
They were safe—for the most part—but he raised a brow upon seeing that her friend was an Evangelist through and through.
Nonetheless, he could ask her about that later. He had to deal with the tentacle bastard before him, the one who had been bothering him since he could remember.
"Can't get to me, so you go for my daughter?" Fafnir asked patiently while secretly preparing an attack, one he had used to defeat a few other Eldritch beings.
The only downside to the attack was the fact that it took a long time to charge up, and, well, it took quite a toll on him, just like before.
Pardoth lightly chuckled and waved his arm, creating a throne made completely out of tentacles before sitting on it. "You should know why I had to resort to this, no?"
