Bel moved like a force of nature, with his draconic form, tearing through the monsters was as easy as cutting butter with a sword.
Above, the sky was in the grip of a blinding blizzard, with thick layers of snow whipped by howling winds.
Bolts of lightning tore jagged paths across the sky, cracking down furiously as the structure trembled beneath the fury of the storm.
Bel swung his claws fiercely, slicing monsters apart effortlessly.
Sometimes he would breathe gigantic flames from his mouth, engulfing waves of enemies.
[Monsters Slain: 2,347/5,000]
He barely had time to breathe as he fought both inside and outside the tower, monsters pouring out from every direction, some even regenerating after being torn apart.
He didn't care; his body worked on instinct now, hacking them down again and again.
Suddenly, a group of massive bosses fell from high above, hurtling straight toward him with deafening roars.
