Divine Battle [Pt 3]

"UROOOOOAAAHHHH!!!"

Dagon's roar shook the heavens and terrified the earth. Its cry emerged from the very depths of its beastly lungs, and its body shook violently as it let everything out.

Saliva danced out of its gaping mouth as this echo burst forth, and the surrounding rubble—even the ground beneath his feet—scattered apart and were crushed, due to the pressure alone.

In mere seconds, Dagon stood at the center of a massive crater of its own making; one spanning hundreds of meters.

Then, it cast its attention to the being that stood high in the sky.

For a while now, Dagon had been distracted—no, held back—by two major things that caused its movements to appear sluggish and lack any precision.

One was its instinctive drive to kill the Tamer.

That, more than anything, was its drive. Even now, as its body boiled in violent rage towards the obstacle before it, the demise of the Tamer was the major desire its primitive mind had.