High above the battlefield, Clyde continued to press forward without pause as fire and lightning surged violently around his body while each attack he unleashed tore into the massive form of the Celestial Abyssal Beast even more.
His movements remained sharp and controlled, his focus locked entirely on the destruction in front of him.
But in the middle of that relentless assault, something suddenly happened.
It was faint at first.
A presence brushed against his senses. A subtle yet unmistakable presence.
It did not come from the writhing darkness itself, nor from the chaotic energy surrounding the battlefield. It was something deeper, something far older. But something familiar to him.
Clyde's eyes narrowed slightly as his next attack erupted forward. But his thoughts shifted in that instant as recognition struck him.
"That presence…" he muttered under his breath.
He had felt it before.
