You’re not in control of your body, are you?
A Dead World with nothing but Beasts roaming around.
It was a perfect battlefield, and in this battlefield, Nux faced four Primordials. Of course, there were Sovereigns in the party as well, but Nux ignored them. Even their strongest attacks wouldn't hurt him, and honestly, they would die just from the aftereffects of when he and the four Primordials collided.
The only thing Nux was worried about was mistakenly killing Valhelm and the other three he had pointed out before.
After all, an easy death was not what Nux had planned for them.
Right now, however, he didn't have the luxury to deal with such matters. His enemies were anything but weak. They were the strongest enemies he had faced in his entire life.
The 12-feet-tall Vrakor clenched his massive fists, the veins in his arms bulging as he prepared his first strike.
Zyros, the Etheryn, stood next to him. His eyes glowed with cold calculation.