Doranjan hovered high above the battlefield, his cold gaze sweeping across the chaos below.
For a moment, everything seemed to stop.
Every soldier—friend and foe alike—lifted their eyes toward him. The sheer, crushing weight of his presence spread across the land, pressing against every living being.
"It… it evolved…!!"
"Another Fifth Stage?!"
"It's too late!!"
Panic rippled through the enemy ranks. Many began retreating, unwilling to face the newly ascended monster whose aura alone distorted the air around him.
Doranjan slowly raised his hand. Energy erupted from his body like a tidal wave, splitting the clouds above. The ground trembled as he gathered power for a devastating strike.
But before he could unleash it—
"Doranjan! You have to return! It's not time yet!"
The commanding voice cut through the storm.
Doranjan's golden-green eyes flicked toward the sound. He spotted Torkez standing amid the fortress defenses, shouting up at him.
