The massive tendril came crashing down on Sam's position, slamming into the ground with a deafening impact that cracked the earth beneath him.
Slash!
But even as the blow landed, Sam's blade flashed.
The tendril that had struck him was sliced clean in half, its black flesh tearing apart with a sharp hiss before dissolving into a cloud of dark mist.
[Primordial Barrier: 99/100]
The faint glow of his barrier shimmered around him, holding firm despite the force of the attack.
He still had one layer of protection left to keep him from being crushed, so there was no reason to panic.
"You would've had a better chance at living if you didn't attack," Sam said with a grin, his voice echoing through the battlefield.
He scanned the endless field of blackened tendrils that swayed and pulsed around him like the veins of a living creature.
"Now," he added, his grin sharpening, "you'll die like the others."
