Behemoth [1]

"So it is you."

An ancient, billowing voice transmitted from the beast, causing space to quake at its ferocity. The beast didn't open its mouth, nor did it use a mental transmission.

Its thoughts had been directly imposed onto and manifested into reality. This was a level of fusion with the universe that none present had come close to reaching.

This discovery immediately caused those Demigods' eyes to harden. Whether or not the group of them could win this battle was completely unknown. Frankly, they weren't too hopeful of their chances.

Damien was different from them. While these Demigods were so focused on the ramifications behind the voice, Damien's mind was shaken by the words themselves.

This beast was staring at him. He could feel its terrifying gaze, its deathly aura that surrounded his body.

"You, who carry His scent. I have been awaiting your arrival for eons."