Bind of Silk!
Threads of silk erupted from Stark's staff as he cast the spell.
They were no longer the flimsy strands they had been at mythical-rank.
Now they glimmered faintly, reinforced and sharper, looking strong enough to cut steel.
The threads shot forward in a blink, wrapping around the three demons before they could even react.
"What the hell— ARGH!"
The silk coiled tighter, digging in like blades.
Even their black iron armor couldn't stop it; crimson streaks spread across their bodies as blood leaked through.
-209,040! -209,040! -209,040!
Almost half their HP gone. Just from a binding skill.
And worse—
"Argh… I can't move!"
"What the fuck??"
The three demons struggled violently, trying to rip or burn the silk away, but it was useless.
Their arms jerked and pulled, but the bindings didn't loosen.
Trying to escape from a mythical-rank binding was already considered near impossible at this point of [Eternal Soul].
