The four stared at the creature before them. It was a grotesque amalgamation of lava and earth, a golem birthed from the volcano's rage. But it was distinctly humanoid, its eyes burning like molten lava, filled with a primal malice.
"You must be the pest controlling this land," Elizabeth muttered, staring at the creature with a flat, unimpressed gaze.
"Of course... I am called---"
"--We Don't need your name," Zoginoi interrupted, his voice smooth and cold. He pointed a single gloved finger at the creature.
"A Lv70 monster doesn't have the right to stand in the presence of my master."
He didn't chant a spell. He didn't even flare his aura. He simply willed it. Before Mirabella's, Cupcake's, and Elizabeth's eyes, the humanoid creature before them stiffened, cracks spiderwebbing across its obsidian skin. Then, it shattered into rocks, falling to the ground in a heap of smoking rubble.
