"We're almost out of the city!" Roda shouted. Her massive wolf continued to bound across the rooftops, earning shrieks from people around but what followed earned terrified screams.
"Yeah…" I muttered, barely able to focus. My eyes drifted backward, to the hellish scene unfolding behind us.
The Behemoth was destroying everything in its path.
Every stomp of its titanic limbs shattered buildings into rubble. Each swing of its tail scattered debris like shrapnel. I didn't even want to imagine how many lives had already been crushed underfoot.
We might not have resurrected it, but this? This was on us. We'd led it here.
"He's gathering a Prana Ray," Elizabeth said.
I looked up—craning my neck until it ached. The Behemoth had reared its grotesque head skyward, its massive jaw stretching open unnaturally wide. A sickly yellow glow was pulsing there, forming like a black sun in its throat.
Oh no.
"Roda!" I shouted.
