Chapter 113: B2: C13: Dark Resistant 1
Zarian faced a monster that looked like three wendigoes fused together at the waist, its lower body a bovine hulk the size of a full suburban SUV.
The entire entity didn’t fit in the dilapidated hallways of the fortress hill that Zarian found himself in while brawling corrupted creatures covered in Black Fire.
None of them cared about proportions or cramped spacing. All that mattered was violence and madness.
The monster barreled forward destructively, its hooves digging through the crumbled, tilted floor like it was a much softer material. The sharpened antlers on its three heads raked across the stone ceiling like cutting through sand.
Zarian hooked a punch and smashed one head through a wall. He swung an uppercut and connected again, sending another head into the ceiling.
He grabbed the third head by the antlers, stomped his foot on its shoulder, and wrenched with all of his enhanced might as the black and gray flames sputtered out. The Black Fire spell finished consuming the creature’s vitality, leaving it more vulnerable.
Zarian ripped away the head of one torso and used the antlers to stab the torso of the second and gore it dead. He didn’t get to finish the third torso because a four-headed bear rammed through the walls and tackled him through more walls.
Everything felt like thin layers of plaster and cardboard getting smashed apart around him. Zarian’s body was so tough he could endure the punishment, only suffering a few bruises and cuts from the monster’s bites. His Mystic Toughness was proving itself as one of his best Level 0 skills.
The environment couldn’t endure him and the corrupted creatures, however.