I jumped back into the fight like I didn't just unlock a whole new category of problems.
The Bloody Wormwriggler slammed its body down again, the ground cracking under the impact, its HP bar barely moving like it was personally offended by the idea of taking damage.
And that's the thing.
That party of twenty earlier?
They worked for every sliver.
We?
We were shaving it down.
Steady. Clean. Efficient.
Not fast...because nothing here was fast....but consistent in a way that made the difference painfully obvious.
Kael darted in, daggers flashing. Zeref's fire burned through segments in controlled bursts. Keiji locked it down at the right moments. Luna kept us alive like she had a personal vendetta against death itself.
And me?
Front row seat to getting personally hated by a giant worm.
"Come on, ugly!" I shouted, dragging my blade across its side again. "You've got too many HP bars for someone who looks like that!"
The worm shrieked.
Rude.
And then...
