The relentless assault on Daimon continued, with Gareth and his group launching their attacks one after another.
Flaming projectiles streaked through the air, ice lances materialized and were hurled with precision, shockwaves reverberated through the ground, and shadowy waves surged forth. Yet, despite their efforts, their attacks seemed to fall on an impervious barrier.
Confusion clouded Gareth's face as he watched their combined efforts prove to be futile against Daimon's defense.
His voice carried a mix of frustration and disbelief as he shouted, "Who are you? How can you still be alive after suffering from our attacks?"
Daimon's response was calm and almost mocking, his voice dripping with arrogance. "Who am I? I don't think I need to tell you, and also..." He paused, allowing his words to hang in the air for a moment. "Your attacks are just too weak."
The statement struck like a blow, stoking the flames of rage within Gareth and his group.
