42: A lost fight?

The warrior staggered, each breath a catatonic effort for him. Cold sweat covered his forehead. The distorted landscape before him did not help him think things through clearly and know what to do at that moment. From the shadows a figure emerged that made him shudder to the bone. That creature was also something Max was never prepared to face in battle.

This figure painted a skin covered in shiny black scales, its red eyes burned very brightly, and in his hands, claws extended so long that it seemed they could tear reality itself. It was the last and most lethal envoy of Xal'Thar, an entity that promised to end everything, create chaos, and cause the end.

His ring continued to shine, and it was there that Max closed his eyes, he asked the ring to transform into a lethally powerful weapon that could serve as a defense to finish off that enemy without it ending up finishing him off. His wishes were orders, and Max gripped the strong, imposing sword that was drawn in his hand.

The beast