At the edge of the Bestial, a battleground stretched out—trees reduced to splinters, the ground carved into deep craters, scorched and tainted with unknown energies.
A human clad in Mecha armor, parts of his body still ablaze, stood opposite a black-masked figure draped in golden hues. Their eyes locked—cold, unblinking.
SCREECH!
The sound of grinding machinery echoed as the remaining parts of the Mecha appeared in the sky, hovering ominously above Leo. Without warning, they began to disassemble—shifting, folding, and converging—until they reformed into a gigantic cannon artillery. The cannon pulsed with a deadly light, radiating energy so intense it made the air itself tremble.
When Drake's eyes fell on the weapon, a chill ran through him. The cannon's aura screamed danger. If he wasn't careful—if he hesitated—he knew he'd lose.
