"Roar, roar, roar, roar, roar, roar!"
Varkron let out a long, skyward roar. Its body, resembling a massive mountain, slowly rose, and its pair of bright purple, slit-like pupils reflected the figure of the High Priestess.
Varkron was a true monarch. Although its cultivation had declined over the millennia and it was now merely at the peak of the Demon Lord stage, a monarch remained a monarch, and it feared nothing.
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