VOICE OF THE DEVUORER

We stood there, waiting, our breaths shallow as the noise from the fog grew louder. The ground beneath us trembled, and with each second, the anticipation gnawed at my resolve. Then, from within the swirling gloom, a voice—terrifying, cold, and mocking—rose above the rumbling chaos. Maniacal laughter pierced the air, freezing me to the core.

Beside me, my Dragon and Vampire beast roared in defiance, their anger palpable. But that voice… it did not flinch. It reveled in our discomfort, ridiculing us with cruel words.

"How could Sith Mountain send such fragile creatures?" it sneered. "Did they truly believe you could conquer Aragat Mountain? Pathetic! Lord Niko, even you—mighty as you claim to be—will fail, just like the rest."