Fleshheart was finally, utterly shaken.
It had resolved itself to sacrifice tremendous amounts of its own energy, summoning waves upon waves of blood-flesh tendrils in the desperate hope of carving open an escape route.
Yet, to its dismay and rising panic, even after paying such a steep price, those attacks achieved absolutely nothing against Daniel's domain.
Bang! Bang!
The tendrils whipped and lashed with all their strength against the surface of the Void Orb.
But no matter how they struck, the only result was a faint ripple that shimmered briefly and then disappeared, leaving the sphere unscathed.
The sensation was maddening.
Fleshheart felt like a beast trapped within an iron cage, flailing against its bars in vain.
There was no way out, no path to survival.
What it could not comprehend was how a mere demigod-rank human could wield such terrifying power.
