The problem was—according to what little Lucien had studied in the forum—monsters, especially field monsters, never venture beyond their region. In fact, that had been the very reason he'd built his strategy around fleeing Evelaine's Hollow to grind elsewhere and return stronger.
The Godzilla was never supposed to give chase. It wasn't part of the plan. Not at all!
But he wasn't about to stop now. Lucien's face hardened with resolve as the White Crown mask materialized, covering his worn features.
He ran with fierce determination. His legs screamed in agony, muscles tearing themselves apart from within, but Lucien refused to stop—not with that thundering black menace behind him, demonic eyes blazing, ready to crush his bones between gruesome maws.
