Although the attack damage could be negated, the special effects, those intrinsic mechanisms, could not be.
With this realization, Howard hatched a plan.
The Icy Touch of the Winter Goddess was a pure effect of assault, capable of instantly annihilating any monster with a total HP not exceeding ten times his own.
And the Death Octopus fit this criterion perfectly!
The thought invigorated Howard. Ignoring the terrifying waves crashing towards him, he brandished the Soul Nurturer.
In an instant, his entire being seemed to transform into a whirlpool, exuding a powerful gravitational pull.
Endless cold converged, taking the form of a breathtaking silhouette.
A pale blue chill solidified into the figure of the Winter Goddess, her detached gaze seeming capable of freezing all in its path.
A crystalline sound rang out, and the spring began to ice over. Frost spread rapidly, even ensnaring the tentacles lurking beneath.
