I moved through the battlefield with precise, calculated steps. Fear, as always, was a useful tool—an indicator of what mattered—but it was not something I let control me.
The Abyssal Tide Serpent, now a fully evolved six-star beast, was beyond anything that should exist on this island. Its mana pulsed through the air in rhythmic, thunderous waves, the storm above twisting in sync with its breathing. The sea itself rose and fell unnaturally, answering its master's silent command.
I had seen this in the novel.
I had read how Lucifer faced it, how he overwhelmed it with sheer force.
But I was not Lucifer.
I didn't have overwhelming power.
What I had was foresight. Strategy. A mind that could see ten steps ahead.
And I needed to use everything to get out of this alive.
