Amazo and Ana trembled as the aura of the True Depravita of Primal Fury washed over them.
They had climbed heights that defied mortal comprehension, their cultivation powerful enough to eclipse suns. Yet, as that aura pressed against their souls, they felt as though they were children standing before a beast that could swallow them whole.
Every instinct screamed at them to flee. Their knees shook; their hearts threatened to shatter under the sheer pressure of that primordial presence.
But then, through the darkness, a flash of crimson light passed before their eyes.
The fear that threatened to consume their hearts began to burn instead, transformed into determination. Their battle wills reignited, fierce and sharp.
The True Depravita of Primal Fury paused briefly, her ruby eyes narrowing. For an instant, a flicker of surprise, even admiration, crossed her face.
