Luka stood to the side, eyes half watching the huge Troll and Brea, who rushed forward. He channelled his Miasma into a thin yet dense layer that wrapped around his blade, giving the edges an extra-sharp, deep pink rim.
He raised his weapon above his head.
The dark blade vibrated rapidly with a fierce buzz.
'This thing's attributes are ridiculous!'
[Nemesis Record]
Name: ???
Race: Mutated Troll
Rating: Tier 1 (Peak)
DangerLevel: Black
[Combat Attributes]
Strength: 180
Endurance: 100
Dexterity: 10
Agility: 10
Willpower: 10
The fact that it was a Tier One Monster was a stroke of luck for the pair. When monsters reached the next tier, they would completely evolve and gain a significant boost to their abilities.
'One or two blows and I might die, let alone her...'
Brea, ignorant of his worrisome thoughts, calmly held her massive axe with a single hand, the other raised in the air, hand like a claw as if offering it up to the cavern ceiling.
