Zing!
With a final, clean slash, the last writhing neck was severed, dissolving into blackish mist around him.
For a brief moment, the area around him became clear as Jake cleared the first wave.
Jake floated in place, breathing steadily as the dual-colored light still coated his body and sword.
His glowing golden eyes scanned the remaining swarm in the distance before shifting toward the main body.
'…They're weaker than I expected.'
Despite being independent from the main body, the individual necks were clearly far less durable.
Each one had been cut down relatively easily under the power of his fused aura.
Their movements were aggressive and numerous, but their individual strength was nowhere near that of the original Drowned Stalker before.
They were dangerous in numbers… but not truly threatening on their own.
Jake's grip on his sword tightened as he looked toward the regenerating main body in the distance.
The real threat was still waiting.
