It smashed against the Gragas underneath it, knocking them to the ground as Ellianor fell several yards away from it, blade in hand.
Half of his skull was numb, and he could feel some bone fragments detaching, and then reattaching itself to his jaw, skull, and teeth. Not a pleasant feeling, but far from the worst he has felt.
Half of his vision trembled, the throbbing pain painting it black, but he should make do with his tools.
The gragas started to disperse themselves, to not get in the way of their leader, and be killed as collateral.
Ellianor gritted his teeth, and the corner of his lips turned into a taunting smile. The giant graga was unhappy at Ellianor's maneuver and worse of all, it was mad at him for "shaming" it for dodging.
The monsters roared, as the man held his revving blade with both hands, the eclipse Aura covering it in more energy, his heart raced as the monster rushed at him.
