Chapter 84: Battle Of Titans
Dune and Mindya were still brushing off the dust from their spar when the ground beneath them shifted with a deep, resonant vibration.
Dreadmarch had stopped.
For a moment, everything was still. Then, without warning, the atmosphere around them changed. People began to freeze mid-step, their expressions snapping from casual to alert.
The tension in the air crackled like electricity, and then someone shouted from the distance, voice high with excitement.
"It's starting! Everyone, get here!"
That was all it took. A wave of anticipation surged through the crowd, and in an instant, the people on Dreadmarch's back moved as one.
Merchants abandoned their stalls, children were scooped up by rushing parents, and travelers darted in one direction like birds sensing an incoming storm.
Dune exchanged a quick glance with Mindya, confusion written all over his face, but the girl was already sprinting ahead, dragging him along with a wild grin.
They followed the flow of bodies to the edge of Dreadmarch's shell, where a wide railing curved around the outer rim like the border of a coliseum. Pressed up against it, Dune finally saw what had everyone in such a frenzy, and what he saw stole the breath from his lungs.
Standing on the plains below, towering high above the trees and hills, was a monstrous, two-headed wolf. Its entire body was coated in glimmering black fur, sleek and pulsing with blue Zeten Neba that danced across its form like lightning caught in a stormcloud.
From each of its heads, massive horns curved skyward, radiating power with every twitch. The creature didn't roar, it growled, low and primal, as it glared up at Dreadmarch's looming form with an anger that promised destruction.