The world Arterro awakened to had become a true nightmare.
The human moved with a speed that defied all his logic, surpassing even a wind artromus in frenzy.
It was impossible, inconceivable, and yet there he was, not only anticipating each of its movements but executing counterattacks with devastating precision.
The earth under its control had reduced dramatically. Barely enough remained to keep it suspended above that cursed acid cauldron, and each new attack threatened to strip away even more from him.
'How?' The question burned in its mind while dodging another strike from that strange scythe.
The human's attacks, though not completely penetrating its improved defense, somehow exceeded both its strength and reaction speed.
And that weapon... There was something disturbing about that weapon.
