A monstrous figure, over five meters tall, loomed above him—casting a terrifying shadow.
The spear was still lodged in his chest...
But compared to the sheer size of this giant beast ... now with a single eye and four muscular arms—it looked insignificant.
"Ahh… so I've tasted my blood."
Lawrence's voice had changed. No longer the voice of a lean, mad youth ..
It had become deep, grating… monstrous.
As he opened his enormous mouth, Ragna froze, paralyzed by the unknown.
"I wonder… how YOUR blood will taste?! AHAHAHAHA!!"
Before him, that gaping maw opened wide ...
A portal into a personal hell pulled from Ragna's darkest nightmares.
Elsewhere, the Ultras warriors retreated even farther .. And it became clear why they had left such a wide gap between themselves and Lawrence.
The empyrean of Mirgo .. Lawrence was a beast no one could ever predict. The only one who had ever managed to keep him under control was Mirgo himself.
