"Okay," Sol murmured, his crimson eyes glowing faintly. "That was a solid warm-up."
He stood amidst the carnage of the five high-tier beasts, rolling his broad shoulders as the heavy, comforting warmth of the Golden Liquid hummed in his chest. The adrenaline of the skirmish was still singing in his veins, but his mind was already moving to the next objective.
Just a mile away, the apocalyptic clash of the Layer 3 Lord beasts was still raging. The distant, continuous concussive booms and mechanical shrieks echoed through the dense canopy, a violent reminder that the true masters of the Great Orrath were still contesting against each other's throat.
Sol tightened his grip on the Void-Oak spear. "Now, let's go see if I can find an opening to third-party that boss fight, of course that would be the ultimate goal, but I doubt, I'll be able to find the opportunity, but doesn't hurt checking it out "
