Bab 1183: Incompetent Goddess of Monsters

As the griffin swooped in, a majestic and formidable creature, Michael readied himself. His plan was clear: to observe and analyze the beast's reactions to Gaya's presence, rather than killing it outright.

Each of Michael's movements was a calculated dance of agility. He ducked and weaved through the forest, the griffin's sharp talons slashing through the air where he had been moments before. His evasion was almost an art form, predicting and sidestepping the griffin's powerful dives and lunges with an acrobat's grace.

From her vantage point, Gaya watched intently, understanding Michael's strategy. "He's testing my effect on the beast," she whispered to herself, her eyes tracking every movement below.

"Look at him go, dodging like it's a game!" Ayag exclaimed with a mixture of admiration and impatience.

"Yeah, but notice how the griffin's getting stronger every time it swoops near Gaya," Sarba observed, her voice tinged with curiosity.