"Holy crap… Those guys are phenomenal." Pultra said as she looked at the bulbous hanging from the gargantuan tree.
And the beast dangling from the stinger.
She stood in the center of multiple activated runes to temporarily boost her magical power, while Drole was battling against the beast.
The glowing markings that painted his entire body, giving him the powerful traits to strengthen his body with the attribute of flames. Every attack of his packed enough heat to blow away even the sturdiest of monsters but the beast that stood before him was no monster.
"I need…. To get to Airon! All will be lost if he's gone!" But an obstacle for Drole as he held against its weight upon the next clash.
His tribal obligation, something instilled within him. Teachings from birth, all that's left for him from what is lost.
