Cooking a Destiny Beast Well Done!
The moment the monstrous fist crashed into Mithras' face, adamantine scales spread across his face, absorbing the enemy's blow. Tongues of scarlet flames erupted from Mithras' form, bursting alongside streams of vibration waves that sent the enemy figure flying back and prompted additional blasts of divine energies.
The scene became a mess of fire and collapsing stones. Mithras turned sideways, staring at the blood-colored ogre that had appeared where Lysander stood previously.
A blinding corona floated above the ogre's head, and it bumped its fists together, summoning a winged red armor encrusted with golden stones.
"A des…destiny beast?" From Honoria to the Red Priest, all people on the scene reeled back, closing their eyes to avoid eye contact. Mithras, however, scratched his head, facing the Destiny Beast with a helpless smile.
"Whelp, it came sooner than expected," Mithras whispered with a hint of bitterness.