As the battle raged on, Marcus and Kingyu fought side by side, their weapons clashing against the scales of the fearsome wyvern-like demon monarch. The ground trembled beneath their feet, and the air crackled with the intensity of their clash.
In a brief moment of respite, Kingyu seized the opportunity to catch his breath. He turned to Marcus, his chest heaving with exertion. "Hey, you! What's your name?"
Marcus, his eyes narrowed with caution, met Kingyu's gaze. "Marcus. And you?"
Kingyu replied, his voice laced with determination, "I'm Kingyu. We may be strangers, but we share a common enemy. Let's work together to bring this creature down."
Marcus hesitated, his gaze searching Kingyu's face for any signs of deceit. He had learned to be cautious in this dangerous world. But something in Kingyu's resolute expression and the unwavering determination in his eyes sparked a glimmer of trust within Marcus.