Kapitel 443: Pride’s True Power

Pride cast a wary glance back at the monstrosity. It writhed and roared in anger, pouring all its power into the grotesque regeneration of its severed limb. 

"Where's Daniel?" she asked, her gaze flicking to Ragnar at her side.

Old man Ragnar, a hint of amusement flickering in his eyes, replied with a touch of sarcasm, "Lass, after that little escapade out of that blasted tunnel with you, I haven't gone anywhere else."

Pride, her lips pursed in a pout, ignored Ragnar's teasing. Her focus returned to the monstrosity, its regeneration progressing at an alarming rate. She glanced at Penthesilea, still being treated by the medics. No one else here could truly stop that creature.

A spark ignited in Pride's eyes. Except for her, of course!

"Alright," she declared, her voice firm. Ragnar raised an eyebrow in confusion. "What are you planning?"