Monster: VII

General Samoa was steadied himself. His clothes were tattered, and the dignity of a general long removed from his countenance. His right arm was bloodied, and his left had already been severed beneath the elbow. His grandiose eyes were now filled with great caution, and his strong bloodline was reaching its brink. His unmoved heart could not help but tremble in worry, for the foe before him was unlike any other he had faced. While his bloodline laboured to increase his strength every time he clashed with her, her power was increasing as well. Due to this, his bloodline power had reached its limit and was unable to keep up with her constant powerups. He had always wondered if his power had a limit, but had never been allowed to explore that possibility – until today. Now that he knew the answer, he wished that he never had figured it out. For it seemed that the answer came with news of his demise. He would not be able to protect his king if this fight dragged on. The whitehaired Asura