"Everyone, eyes on me. I have an announcement!"
A broad grin spread across Phield's face.
"Welcome to the boss stage. Anyone who dares lay a finger on my loot will die."
"Rosalia, do it!"
With a single swing of her greatsword, Rosalia tore open space itself.
Two colossal dragon arms wrapped in heavy chains burst from the rift and slammed violently onto the ground.
Tattered, monstrous wings unfurled, covering nearly the entire underground ruin.
A long dragon tail lashed through the air, producing deafening sonic booms.
The Incarnate Synergy Battle had nearly taken shape.
Only the torso and head remained incomplete.
Previously, both had existed only as ghostly silhouettes.
Now they had been replaced by an enormous mass of crimson-gray flesh intertwined with black chains, gradually forming something even more horrifying than any monster.
"W… What the hell is that thing?"
Marianne's usual cheerful smile froze on her face.
"A m… monster!"
