Ragnar narrowed his eyes, his voice laced with suspicion. "Nice of you to help…"
It was obvious—this was just a parasitic monster commander. He could've handled it solo, no problem. Bloodveil choosing to step in now? Yeah, that wasn't charity. That was strategy.
"Hmph! Fine. Let's see who's got the better fists." Ragnar snorted, then slammed his fist into the ground.
BOOOOM!
The impact was devastating. The already fractured earth gave way, collapsing in on itself. Massive chunks of stone were blasted into the air like shrapnel.
The deep fissure ahead groaned under the pressure. From within, a chorus of shrill, inhuman screeches erupted as something massive stirred below—something that didn't want to stay hidden anymore.
Bloodveil didn't hesitate. He darted forward in a blur of red.
"Think you're taking this from me? Dream on!" Ragnar growled, launching himself after him.
