Hero and Drae'mon exchanged a small nod.
Of course, the enormous figure of the skeleton made the concept of a "small nod" seem odd, but no one paid it any mind.
Nothing more was needed.
The clash would be decided by action, not words.
Hero began to admire this older brother of his, much more than before.
And so, their clash began, with Drae'mon having stopped pumping liquid Osseoth into his body to avoid accidentally destroying the Aberration.
The echoes of their attacks resounded everywhere.
In that form, Drae'mon's physical strength was not to be underestimated. But the point was not his strength— it was his mass and weight.
Each of his attacks made the very atmosphere tremble, as if the world wanted to bend under his weight.
His blows were so heavy they appeared slow.
And it was thanks to this that Hero managed to keep up with the skeleton.
However, it was only a futile struggle.
Hero was performing well, dodging blows and striking at the right moments.
