At this moment I was sure I would die, no matter what I could use or do. This wasn't a gap of level, it was a gap of strength. I was weak, so weak in front of this mad man, and in front of such strength nothing was useful.
This was his strength after some limitation from the game, I wondered what would happen if I faced his full strength then? Would I just die from his cry only?
Although I felt hopeless, I didn't lower my spear. If death was my fate, then I would rather welcome it with my spear.
"You have my credit for standing still in front of my aura. You are good, how unfortunate you ended up with that loser. Now just die."
The broadsword shone more brightly than ever as all I saw was just a flash of light that filled my entire sight.
I was doomed.
