Shock made Atrox hold his breath. Terrix stood there with his wings of light that had lost their earlier brilliance, but he was no less imposing.
He was facing Pomora, who looked at him with a shocked expression. Her chest had been torn away, the ribs shattered into thousands of pieces, and the flesh turned to burning pulp.
Not only that, the damage continued downward, twisting through her stomach until her body looked as if something had been used to continuously smash her.
It was a horrifying sight that tightened Atrox's gut.
By fighting together, he had come to respect her and Takoda a whole lot. They were the first real power that supported him, and it was something that he cherished.
But instead of the fear, grief, and anger that should have appeared on Atrox's face, what he was feeling was relief and anticipation.
The red blood gushing from Pomora's body slowly changed from red to light pink and then to tainted water. Atrox realized it at the same time as Terrix.
