Fleshheart could never have imagined that the Void Pearls would prove so difficult to handle.
Every time one of them was shattered, it would instantly restore itself, returning to its pristine state, and its rainbow-colored glow only grew brighter and more dazzling.
Break apart, then return whole again.
Fleshheart began to sense something disturbing. With each cycle of destruction and rebirth, the Void Pearls did not weaken. They seemed to grow stronger.
It was strange, irrational, and utterly contrary to its understanding of how reality should work.
But Fleshheart had no choice in the matter. The orbs had encircled it, hemming it in from all sides. No matter which way it turned, escape was impossible.
It had tried, of course. It had attempted to flee from the battlefield, lashing out and retreating at the same time. But no matter where it went, the Void Pearls followed relentlessly, like maggots clinging to bone.
