章節 77: Bow To My Majesty

James couldn't breathe.

The air around him felt too thick, as if the atmosphere itself had been warped by the sheer magnitude of the beast breaking free. Arthur's cocoon, once a massive prison of molten energy, split down its center with an earsplitting crack. The sound reverberated like a thousand bells shattering at once, followed by a shockwave that knocked him onto his back.

"Gods…" Sylvia's voice was barely a whisper, trembling with awe and terror.

James pushed himself up, his body trembling. The world seemed to shrink as he looked upon the emerging form.

First came the claw—massive and jagged, its obsidian surface pulsing with molten veins of fiery destruction. It dug into the ground, carving deep fissures into the volcanic rock. Another claw followed, each movement deliberate and impossibly heavy, as if the earth itself groaned under the weight of its presence.

Then came the head.