'Ridiculous!'
The thought echoed through Bahamut's mind as he stomped down. His clawed feet dug trenches on the plaza's tiles, his thighs bulging to support his colossal frame.
His body instantly froze mid-fall, the whips drawn at his heel snapping like threads. Weakling trying to outsmart him? A few had tried—none had survived. And he would teach the pitiful demon, the furies, and Eris, while reminding Tiamat herself that schemes were useless when the power disparity was wider than the two ends of the cosmos.
Space rippled behind his back, the very air crackling as it began to straighten. His golden eyes locked on Garduck, his assessment changing. Not a mortal—a demon king who had bypassed the enthronement ritual.
Though he didn't know how it could be possible, it was the only explanation he could think of. After all, Garduck had endured his punch, and his shattered arms throbbed, bones cracking back into place.
"Not..."
BOOM
