Look at this sphere, so big and round.
Look at this fire, so red and bright.
Look at this... is this thing flying straight at me?
The answer is yes.
Crisis.
Ever since his memory awakened, Herbert felt the most pressing life-and-death crisis he had ever encountered.
The Evil God was dangerous, but never controlled him to commit suicide.
The Fire Dragon was temperamental, but never actively attacked him.
The sirens' songs were enchanting, but never affected him.
And now...
Things others couldn't do, this massive Molten Rock Ball could.
Scorching flames not only failed to burn Herbert to death but could make him stronger.
But a lava block with a diameter over three meters could directly crush him.
Crush him flat, turning him back into a two-dimensional form.
This is the violence of pure mass.
Indeed, when magic doesn't work, it's classic mechanics that come into play.
In a moment, these thoughts flashed through Herbert's mind, and he realized what he had to do now.
