Desperation At The Shelter

From his spot in the sky, what Astaroth saw was nothing short of the worst scenario possible.

Walking toward the shelter, oozing demonic miasma, size bigger than usual with its head towering over the forest's trees, Teraria, second guardian of the forest.

Silent Light's face had already changed to one of absolute horror.

"What the heck is that?!"

"That is the worst possible thing that could have happened…"

Silent frowned at Astaroth's response.

"Can you beat it?"

"Hah! I doubt anything can. That is one of the two forest guardians. They are mythical grade, and I can assure you their level isn't under one hundred, at a bare minimum."

Silent Light gulped as he looked back at the monster. A mythical monster…

He hadn't met one yet, and he wasn't sure any player could even think of fighting one. Especially not one twice their level.