Chapter 147: True Monster…
Creed floated high above the chamber floor, his black and gold spear resting lightly in his hand like a conductor’s baton before a symphony of destruction.
The two remaining worms were already scrambling away, their massive bodies twisting and turning in every possible direction like panicked snakes that had been doused in boiling water.
It was actually... kind of cute. In a twisted way.
These were monstrous silver-stage creatures the size of dragons, and yet they were fleeing like toddlers who’d just seen their first horror movie.
Creed couldn’t help but chuckle lightly under his breath. The image of these massive beasts tripping over their own tails trying to escape a single man was funny.
If someone had told him two months ago that this would be his life now, he might’ve assumed they were trying to sell him snake oil.
Still, even as he watched their desperate flailing, Creed’s mind couldn’t stop replaying the strike he’d just delivered.
That single casual swing—just a flick of his wrist—had utterly erased a worm that would’ve taken teams of battle-hardened bronze awakened to bring down.
And he hadn’t even felt like he was trying!
"That..." he muttered to himself, his eyes narrowing. "That was way stronger than I expected."
He looked at his own arm with a sort of quiet amazement, turning his wrist slowly, flexing his fingers like he was testing whether this was still his body.