I had gained the inspiration to cast my spell like this, which could infuse my own flesh into it due to the lesson I had learned from the Thul Demon that had attempted to rewrite my flesh.
It had shown me that my flesh was as malleable as I wanted, if I had the presence of mind to truly push myself to the limit. All of this happened in the blink of an eye, and I was still groaning in pain when the strike arrived.
I did not recognize the magic or the discipline that was wielded against me; all I knew was that when it smashed into my cocoon, it rang like a struck bell the size of a cathedral, and for one long instant I lost the concept of up.
I was screaming as whole sections of the cocoon were vaporized, and I could dimly feel the pain of all of this happening because I had woven my own flesh into the matrix of my defense.
