Almighty Territory

Up close, Caleb realized the monster before he stood over 2.5 meters tall. Its skin was pure black, as if forged from the hardest metal.

Its eyes glowed an eerie purple, and two razor-sharp fangs curved upward, adorned with faintly glowing magical symbols that shifted and twisted along their surface.

Caleb could feel the breath of death right beside him.

This was a truly terrifying creature. It wasn't even moving—standing there and staring at him was enough to instil overwhelming fear.

His breathing grew ragged, and sweat dripped from his forehead, yet all he could feel was an icy chill.

Whoosh!

Urlgan's breath hit him like a gust of wind, forcing Caleb's head to tilt back slightly.

Urlgan raised its spiked mace high, ready to crush Caleb instantly.

Whoosh!

The air splitting rang again from the bloodstained mace as it swung down with maximum force and speed.

In this brief, fleeting moment, Caleb felt regret.