I Hold No Grudge Against You

Atlas made his way to the mountain in the distance. He put away his swords, as there wouldn't be any more fighting until reaching the boss. An hour later, he arrived at the mountain where the arena would be at.

'Now let's see how tough this fucker will be,' he thought.

A few minutes later, Atlas caught sight of a staircase tucked off to one side, partially hidden in the dim light of the surrounding mountains. He started walking toward the staircase that would lead him to the boss.

An hour later, he scaled the rugged mountain, his breath visible in the crisp, thinning air. Each step was deliberate, his powerful arms pulling him upward as loose rocks tumbled beneath his boots.

Shortly after that, he spotted the arena and soon stepped into it, causing the shield to block him inside as a smaller Terrasque appeared, but this one looked stronger than the previous ones he fought.