The earth shook and dust rose. Trees in the distance continuously collapsed, accompanied by a series of low, gradually intensifying roars.
Watching the distant trees shake and collapse, the Cyclops opened its massive maw and unleashed a violent torrent of Flames of Tyranny toward the target.
However, an orange-red stream of Flame Flow intercepted it!
The Flame Flow was considerably weaker than the Flames of Tyranny. In the ensuing clash, the Cyclops's dark flames gained the upper hand. Once the dark flames dispersed the Flame Flow, a colossal figure leaped nimbly aside, evading the residual Flames of Tyranny and landing before the Cyclops.
It stood ten meters tall. Its ochre skin possessed a metallic sheen, and the muscles beneath rippled like waves. A brown mane flowed in the wind, its strands striking each other with crisp sounds reminiscent of clashing metal.
