That hero ranked mage who had dealt with Grizzlenaught face immediately went pale with shock when he saw the creature rising fully once again from the crowd, its massive form reconstructing itself before his very eyes.
Those piercing blue eyes glowed with intense anger, and not only that, its reddish fur stood on end. The soldiers of the eastern camp did not need to be told that the summon was furious. They could sense it clearly from its aura and violent demeanor.
Instinctively, they stepped back in fear, while the hero rank mage grew both angry and embarrassed that his attack had failed. With a furious expression on his face, he tightened his grip on his magic staff and stepped forward.
"Ouu, that is surprising. I thought it died," Seraphina muttered softly, her voice filled with disbelief. It was the first time she was seeing Grizzlenaught.
"Yes, it did," Gabriel explained calmly, "but as long as I have sufficient mana, I can always revive it."
