The canyon stretched wide before George, a jagged scar on the earth filled with shadows and the distant growls of unseen beasts. He could feel the weight of the next challenge pressing down on him, the air heavy with the primal energy of a Beast King.
Kas shifted on his arm, his golden eyes gleaming. "Whatever it is, it's strong. Stronger than anything we've faced."
Typhon growled, his snake-tail flicking with anticipation. Despite still being young, the cub's potential was undeniable.
George tightened his grip on the Bloodthirst Sword, its crimson edge pulsing faintly, almost in sync with his heartbeat. "Good. Let's show it why we're here."
Descending into the canyon, George moved cautiously, his senses on high alert. Typhon padded silently beside him, while Kas scanned the surroundings from George's shoulder.
