Hah!
Eat my fist!
Only a short time passed in the outside world, but within the soul-space, Herbert had already thrown hundreds, thousands of punches.
After a fierce round of output, Herbert finally stopped.
It wasn't because he ran out of things to say.
There were plenty of predecessors to crib from; if he wanted to talk, he only had to mix and match, draw inferences from one case to another—couldn't be easier.
The problem was, he was starting to feel bored.
The Sun Goddess had never fought back; at first that was fine—actually felt pretty good.
But later, Herbert just felt like he was pounding on a punching bag that couldn't make a sound.
Tsk, no fun at all!
What's the fun of laning?
Is it in one-sided, crushing DPS?
No.
That feels great at the start, but you get tired of it fast.
The real fun of laning is always in the back-and-forth mutual greetings.
