"If you dare come, I dare use it. I will never retreat, never waver."
Opposite the giant bronze gargoyle, an old man sat cross-legged like a mummy, motionless. Sixty-six red stars twinkled and flickered around his body. A rich crimson was writhing, ready to transform into the form of a raptor.
Rattle, rattle, rattle, rattle...
If one looked down from high above, one would see the earth divided into two colliding massive currents. One side was a dense, churning sea of black totems, while the other resembled a flood of magma-colored Deathfang Power, decomposing everything.
It could be seen that the advantage lay with the Black Totem, covering about seventy percent of the earth, while the Deathfang Power was confined to the final thirty percent.
Even as time went on, it seemed that thirty percent could no longer be held.
"If that's the case, then... let's try it!"
