'Zero viable escape routes out of this boxed-in ravine... and four pitch-black Shards orbiting those grotesque obsidian horns.'
The vertical granite cliff blocked their rear while the colossal four-Shard monstrosity occupied every single inch of the narrow creek bed ahead.
Jagged stone spires loomed thirty paces above their heads, sealing off the pale afternoon sky in a natural amphitheater that offered no way to climb out.
The air inside the cul-de-sac felt suffocatingly dense and charged with volatile ozone, tainted by the nauseating stench of rotten marrow and burning brimstone.
His sharpest steel sword strike would barely leave a cosmetic scratch on that dense, abyssal-hardened hide, yet Hajin raised the weapon with steady defiance.
"Juna, I am going to unsummon you right now," he said, keeping his eyes glued to the towering beast while his knuckles tightened around the grip.
