Leon's eyes were locked on the monster in the distance. Despite obliterating a considerable chunk of its main body—almost one-third—with his attack, the creature barely seemed fazed.
A haze of black miasma oozed off its body, drifting like smoke yet heavy enough to cling to the ground.
It paused for only a second. The large, grotesque eye he had aimed for was still intact—completely unharmed.
It wasn't that his attack had done no damage. While his strike appeared less effective than the light-elemental assaults from the two women, it had still caused harm.
A third of its mass had been shattered into pieces. The shattered fragments squirmed like worms, stitching themselves back together in grotesque patterns. Each fragment reattached with a wet squelch, louder than it had any right to be. About a quarter of that evaporated, just like it did when hit by light-elemental attacks. The rest slithered back toward the central mass, reforming its body—though slightly smaller than before.
