If it wasn't just the grandiose scale of the beast that resembled a cross between a serpent and a dragon, the level presented made his blood turn to frost in his veins. The first thought that entered his mind was simple–"Impossible."
"Level 100"--that was imprinted into his mind as he was given a unique feeling that he hadn't felt in a long while. It was like that of playing an RPG and encountering an "endgame" boss at a beginner level; being a mere gnat against a god.
Perspective was placed in his mind of the beast he struggled to put down even with the aid of many others, yet even its strength fell short of that winged terror. It was the very idea of overcoming such a monstrous existence that didn't even seem possible to him, drawing uneven breaths from his lips as he halfheartedly raised his daggers.
