Dasha Pang's strength constantly grew. It never stagnated, he was always improving in some ways even if it did not seem like it. His dietary habits increased his mana by the day. His knowledge of sorcery increased as he studied.
Dasha understood one thing about himself: his offence was FAR greater than his defence. Far, far greater. With Eyða, his attack damage went over forty-thousand.
These supposed gods of judgement were mighty Class 5 monsters more powerful than the Scylla he faced. Dasha was hoping to incinerate them completely with Final Draw: Black Cards, an evolution of an already mighty technique. His hopes were dashed and he was forced to switch to another strategy.
'I could use that but that would put me on low performance. I'll be down to Foundation Establishment Early or Middle Stage and this place…' His eyes flicked left and right. '...this Territory lets that foolish god summon and heal his monsters as he pleases. My death would be swift.'
