Chapter 95
A ferocious pressure weighed down upon the whole area.
Of the two, Gaillon's physique was objectively much larger and more intimidating than Allen's. The disparity in size was so great that lines of sight were nowhere near the same level. It was a little funny to think that, in comparison to his opponent, Gaillon’s eyes were practically floating in the sky.
He had even more of a presence than the ancient monster Allen had dealt with just a short while ago.
Was Gaillon a monster in the shape of a person or a person in the shape of a monster?
Allen's pupils dilated. His foe filled his field of vision, and a twinge of tension ran across his skin. He was hesitant to make even the slightest movement.
⟬Get a grip!⟭
At Vestla's cry, Allen forced his eyes shut as he took a step back.
The Beast King was still standing right there. Since the beginning of their battle, he had done nothing but look at Allen, without moving a single step.
A thin smile curled around Gaillon's mouth.