Chapter 815: Titans

But there was no time to gloat. The Brutes were still coming, and I could feel the presence of something more—something darker and far more dangerous. My eyes darted toward the horizon, where the massive form of a Black Rakshasa loomed. It was larger than the others, its body crackling with energy, and I knew it was the leader—the mastermind behind this assault. And not just any leader—it was a Golden-Capped Black Noble.

From what I understood of the battle raging in the skies above, Nobles could evolve once more, and this creature was the second evolution of a Black Rakshasa. The one I had killed with my own hands, the one I had ripped its head and spine out of at the cost of almost dooming myself, was nothing but a normal Noble. This one, however, was in a league of its own, a higher status, and clearly far more powerful.

"Of course," I muttered, tightening my grip on the spear. "It wouldn't be a real fight without a proper challenge."