Chapter 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. The source of this content can be connected to n0v3lb!n★
Indeed, as the griffin made another pass near the tree where Gaya was concealed, Michael noted a subtle surge in its strength. Its wings beat harder, its screeches grew louder, and its attacks became more vigorous. It was as if Gaya's proximity was fueling its ferocity.
Michael continued his ballet of evasion, carefully noting these changes. "It's getting stronger," he muttered under his breath, confirming his suspicion. "Gaya's presence is affecting it."
The griffin, sensing its prey's reluctance to attack, grew bolder. It launched itself with increased vigor, its icy breath creating a chilling mist in the night air. In the thick of the night, the darkness cloaked the griffin's form, rendering it nearly invisible. Ayag, perched high, strained her eyes to catch a glimpse. "I can't see a fucking thing in this darkness," she hissed, frustration evident in her voice.
As the battle ensued, Michael's torch tumbled to the ground. For a brief moment, the griffin descended, landing heavily on the forest floor. The dim light of the fallen torch flickered across its formidable body, casting eerie shadows and revealing its terrifying form.
The griffin was a nightmarish fusion of a lion and an eagle. Its body, legs, and tail were those of a mighty lion, covered in dark, matted fur that seemed to absorb the faint light. The head was that of a colossal eagle, with a bloody beak that dripped with the remnants of its recent prey. Its vast and powerful wings were spread wide, casting an ominous shadow over the forest floor. The sharp and deadly talons dug into the earth with each movement.
The most disturbing detail was the smell it emitted — a reek of blood and death that permeated the air. The scent spoke of countless hunts and kills, a testament to the beast's brutal nature.
In a swift, almost deliberate motion, the griffin swung its massive head towards the torch. With a single puff of its icy breath, it extinguished the light, plunging the area back into darkness. The sudden return to darkness was accompanied by a bone-chilling peal, a sound that echoed through the forest, sending shivers down the spines of those present.
The extinguished torch left them in near-complete darkness, with only the faintest moonlight filtering through the dense canopy. As the griffin's screeching echoed in the darkness, Michael prepared himself, his senses heightened. "Just keep dodging its attacks," Gaya's voice rang out from her hidden perch in the trees.
She continued, her voice tinged with intrigue, "I'm feeling a strange connection with this griffin."
The battle unfolded with Michael skillfully avoiding the griffin's relentless assaults. The griffin, a massive creature with a lion's body and an eagle's head, swooped down repeatedly, its talons aiming for Michael. But each time, he deftly sidestepped or rolled away, his movements fluid and precise.
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