And then, to top it all off, amongst the trees, Beam knew there to be at least two Horned Goblin archers somewhere.
Despite the adversity, Beam had accrued a frightening amount of experience with these enemies over the last couple of days, and he thought he knew their strengths rather well. He was even accustomed to fighting their evolved forms.
That's why Beam could tell, even as the beasts surrounded him, that there was something off about them.
"They're weaker…" He murmured to himself, as he flicked the blood from his sword. His comment was not about their physicality. For physically, they were just the same as the enemies he had grown to remember. But it was that weakness behind the eyes, the weakness of soul, the same thing that he had begun to sense with the Titan.
