Chapter 94 - Willpower Incarnate
Atlas kept running, dodging with every ounce of strength he had whenever the wild elemental particles around him began to shift.
In a state like this, he had completely switched into survival mode, alternating between analyzing the movements of the elemental particles and relying purely on his instincts.
Every so often, he used his spear to probe for incoming attacks, testing the air for changes that signaled danger. At the very least, if a direct hit was imminent, he could position himself to avoid taking even more devastating damage.
Nearly an entire day had passed. All Atlas had been doing was running and dodging, over and over again.
He had been relentlessly targeting the monster’s ankle, hoping to reduce its mobility.
Atlas was certain he had struck that spot countless times, but the monster’s enormous size and near-impenetrable defense made it feel like he was chipping away at a mountain. Progress was painstakingly slow and required endless repetition.
He just kept running, tirelessly evading the crushing blows aimed at him. Yet, through sheer persistence, he started to notice the results of his attacks. The area around the monster’s ankle seemed to be weakening, the force of its movements losing a fraction of their impact.
Atlas had also begun to pick up on the monster’s attack patterns. Based on its behavior, it was likely a troll or a giant. Probably more of a troll, judging by its approximate height, around 350 cm (11’6"). Its massive hands and the stone club it wielded only added to its overwhelming presence.
The real danger, however, was that stone club. One direct hit from that, and it would be over for him.
To avoid this, Atlas kept moving, spinning his spear as he ran to scatter waves of elemental particles in every direction. These particles served as both a shield and a distraction, giving him precious seconds to dodge the troll’s relentless attacks.
Each time there was a sudden movement, he would immediately dart away to avoid it.
Once again, his body was hurled violently through the air. He tumbled, nearly losing his grip on his spear, but quickly repositioned himself. Another attack was coming. He could feel it.