Realm's god

Standing there with his thoughts swirling, part of Silas regretted not using the Realm's Key to escape when he had the chance. But now, it was too late. He was already deep within the god's territory, and there would be no escape—this would only end when one of them was dead, or when he was victorious.

"Only 47 Soul points left... if I take even three solid hits, it's over. I have to give it my best shot." Silas steadied his fighting stance, eyes focused, as he waited for the mutant to finish its grotesque meal and notice his presence.

The creature slowly rose, its massive body towering over the bloodstained ground. Silas's breath caught in his throat—the thing was a hulking monstrosity, its dark, thick scales gleaming in the dim light, drenched with the blood of its recent prey. Its glowing, crimson eyes locked onto him, and the raw hunger in that gaze sent a chill down Silas's spine.