Chapter 43: Return II
The vines kept coming, relentless and swift, forcing him into evasive maneuvers as he pushed the flight speed to the limit. His heart pounded as he realized something even worse—
The Verdant Mammoth wasn't just attacking. It was testing him.
The vines weren't just random strikes. They were methodical, calculating, as if gauging his reactions, adjusting to his speed. The beast was intelligent, far more than he had anticipated.
'If I don't get out of here soon, I'm dead!'
Summoning every ounce of his focus, he made a split-second decision. If he couldn't dodge forever, he'd have to break through.
Gripping Genesis tightly, he infused it with his remaining mana. Sparks of bluish light flickered along the blade, condensing at the tip. He took a deep breath, then—
"Thundercleave—!"
