"Damn you, Daniel!"
Fleshheart cursed inwardly, its thoughts surging with frustration.
The current situation had forced it into an extremely passive position.
On the Flesh Continent, those so-called "vermin," even the ones who had reached the demigod rank, were never worth a second glance in its eyes.
To Fleshheart, they were ants, insignificant and unable to threaten its existence.
Yet now, things had changed. Fleshheart could not divert its focus, because it still had to deal with Daniel's relentless assault!
What unsettled it the most was that Daniel's attacks, while not overwhelming on the surface, clung to Fleshheart like sticky cowhide plaster, refusing to peel away. Every strike, every pulse of energy, pursued it with uncanny persistence.
The most frustrating thing of all was the strange ability Daniel was employing. Fleshheart couldn't even categorize it properly.
