Moon was about to attack, when he suddenly felt the archer's energy rise suddenly. Immediately, he ordered his Beast Soul to retreat expecting it to launch a powerful attack.
Its aura, already at Surpasser weight, spiked higher, the crimson aura growing brighter.
The team froze in disbelief.
"What?" Vela's voice cracked. "We hurt it, we hurt it so much, it's covered in cuts and burns, and it's stronger now? How is it stronger?"
"That's not possible," Kayn breathed, still clutching his half-healed ribs. "We were finally wearing it down. We had it... And now it's—It's worse than before."
Only Moon's face didn't change.
He'd been watching for exactly this. The archer had retreated a half-step after the blue fire, after almost eating a stacked killing blow, and in that breath of space it had reached for something it had been holding in reserve.
"It activated a racial skill," Moon said, still calm.
