The titan-dragon hybrid spread its ashen-gray wings, its lifeless eyes locked onto its target. Though it lacked the raw power of the Crimson Lizard King, it far outclassed it in speed, slicing through the air like a phantom windstorm.
The four-winged monstrosity carried Odin forward like a streak of gray lightning, chasing Orson with relentless fury.
"Let's see you run now, you mongrel!" Odin bellowed, laughter laced with vengeful rage.
Orson glanced behind him and felt his heart sink.
A towering War Tree loomed ahead, blocking his escape route.
It had once been a mighty war engine, boasting a staggering 900 million HP, but now—burnt and withered from the Cursed Fiend's devastation—it was a crippled husk of its former self.
Yet, even in its weakened state, it remained a force of destruction.
The War Tree trembled, and in the next instant—
Its emerald leaves morphed into jagged spikes, a living swarm of spears blotting out half the sky.
