Nathan stepped back quickly, his axe spinning to parry a small Slime that nearly slammed into his knee. He steadied his breathing, resisting the urge to slaughter them all at once.
[Skill: Predator's Insight (Lv.1)] activated.
His gaze locked onto a single medium-sized Slime among the swarm surrounding him. Every dodge was calculated—sidestepping, leaping onto an ice block, twisting midair—but his eyes never left that one target.
"If I figure out your weakness…" he thought, batting aside another Slime with the axe's handle, "…I'll know theirs too."
By the third second—he noticed the mass of its body quivering unevenly.
By the fifth—there was a tiny delay every time it bounced, the lower right side always lagging by a split second.
By the eighth—a faint, crack-like shadow appeared inside its body, right next to its core.
By the tenth—that line glimmered faintly, like a frozen fiber just waiting to be shattered.
Nathan's lips curved into a thin smile. "Got you."
