Kapitel 525: In Tartarus

Stalwart Dave raced through the wilds. Every paw, every jump, and every sprint felt liberating. The black stalwart's massive form was not a hindrance to Dave but a bonus that added momentum, it didn't care about the obstacles in its way. Every rock was trammeled to dust. Every tree the Chosen Stalwart grazed with its body turned to flames. And every tree that it bore right through became flaming cinders.

The heat emanating from its body made the stalwart an enemy of nature. But thanks to the increasing body heat of the Stalwart, its HP gradually rose. Healing some of the wounds that the battle against the Undead had caused.

Soon, Urburg was in sight. And the moment Dave's form became apparent, undead in droves rushed to the outskirt of Urburg, readied up their shields, and prepared for battle.

"Stand down!" Dave called and the sound came from between the shark-like smile of the Stalwart.