With this new appearance, Cynrik knew Jörmungandr had easily called his bluff. The World Devouring Serpent was standing feet away, and from the furious glare he was aiming at Cynrik, the creature wanted nothing more than to rip the boy limb from limb.
Standing a mere 20 feet away from a supreme being known from history and lore, Cynrik was surprisingly calm. Unknown to him, his bloodline increase was good for something other than driving him insane.
His innate battle sense had been multiplied several-fold, making it so that instead of fear or nervousness, all he could feel at that moment was pure excitement and a thirst for battle.
One being was a multiple thousand-year-old former Legacy Charge, with an impressive backstory clad in numerous scales and a strange hazy miasma; the other was enveloped in a mixed aura formed from Dark, Fire, and Wind Affinities. Both stood utterly motionless, waiting for the other to make the first strike.