Floro looked very different from the last time Brando had seen her. First, her silver hair had been dyed pitch-black by some strange power. Second, her once-clear eyes had grown much darker, giving her an alluring, almost demonic charm. Yet the expression on the girl's face remained as calm as ever. She did not show the slightest reaction even when she saw the Little Female Dragon.
Of the seven or eight companions behind her, Brando guessed that they were also dragons controlled by the Twilight Dragon. They clearly meant no good. With so many dragons gathered together, they formed a formidable force. Although he had gained an initial grasp of the power of a Sage, it would hardly be easy for him to deal with several dragons working together.
Moreover, Brando knew that this was the place in Vonder closest to Chaos and the Sea of Magic—the Twilight Dragon's base of operations. His opponent had certainly made more arrangements than this. Sure enough, a moment later, everyone saw a phantom emerge behind Floro and the others.
The first thing Brando noticed was a giant beast. Its upper body resembled that of a giant. It had two heads and four arms, its face covered by snow-white bone plates. Bright-red muscles bulged from beneath the bones and tendons of its arms, while each arm split apart at the end into black, tentacle-like appendages.
The creature's lower body was a mass of nauseating rotten flesh. Hanging beneath its abdomen was either a deformed head or some equally disgusting organ resembling intestines. Its ribs and pelvis were exposed, gleaming with a cold light like blades. The monster moved by extending tentacles from its rotting flesh, and it stood a full twenty or thirty feet tall.
Brando recognized the terrifying abomination. It was one of