Northern glared at the approaching storm—even as the waves rose to an intimidating height, forming a wall that nearly touched the sky, his eyes remained steady and unyielding, staring intensely into the storm.
Meanwhile, Night Terror and Black Mamba dealt with the other monsters, viciously spilling blood across the surface of the ocean without a care in the world.
Northern didn't care about what they were doing and didn't need to.
Right now, it looked like the Kirithon had accepted his challenge for a final showdown.
Northern wasn't entirely sure if the monster would show itself; it had no reason to honor his words, given that all the advantages were on its side.
But he was sure that the next attack from the Kirithon would be incredibly strong.
And he was ready to retaliate with even greater force.
He was determined to show the monster that there was a vast difference in power between them.