The moment the notifications faded, the Centilord unleashed a shriek that shattered the silence like a hammer shattering the glass window.
The remaining chains binding its body made from lava, snapped with a thunderous clangggg sound, one by one erupting into fire sigils that dissolved into the air like burned parchment.
Woosh!
The entire lake churned in response, and the sky itself turned deep orange and bleeding violet essence.
Alan pulled himself off the jagged stone, wiping blood from his lips.
Quite interesting, his stats are literally over 50k and this guy still managed to injure him.
He cracked his finger and loosened his shoulder muscles, relaxing peacefully.
The Centilord's flame had changed.
It was longer molten red, and it has now turned into black and purple hellfire born from forbidden mana.
Its wounds stitched together in seconds.
Segmented plates regenerated with an audible creak, as if the world hated the sound of its rebirth.
