"Fascinating," Elio murmured, his eyes reflecting a scientific interest and revulsion.
The scene was grotesque, but every detail provided valuable information about their enemies.
The spider-torso launched forward in another desperate attack attempt. Its movements were erratic but surprisingly coordinated for something that had lost most of its body.
The way it used its arms as legs displayed an unsettling adaptability that spoke volumes about these creatures' resilience.
'One more cut,' Elio decided, his fingers moving with surgical precision while directing the blade. This time, he traced a perfect vertical line, the metal responding to his will with an elegance that belied its lethal purpose.
Elio Mana: 85
The metal cleaved through air and flesh alike, dividing the torso into two symmetrical halves.
