Rick was panicking inside.
He exerted his strength past its limits, chasing the Faceless Reaper—while wracking his brain to figure out how it knew exactly what to attack. If it could somehow sense exactly where the special flower was, that would defeat the purpose of the patch of flowers across the bubble.
It was made to waste the enemy's time with how many replicas there were within the bubble.
But the Faceless Reaper knew exactly which patch to attack.
Slash!
Swish!
All phantoms, controlled by the Faceless Reaper, dropped what they were doing—and blocked Rick's charge. Each one of them attacked with their scythe-arms. But knowing how bad it was going to be for the holy land if the Faceless Reaper succeeded, Rick forced his body to move.
He dodged each attack that came his way.
Every missed strike quaked the ground, but Rick anchored himself firmly and kept going.
