"You...what the hell are you?"
And with a guttural yell, Viscereon unleashed a wild flurry of lightning bolts, crackling through the air and heading straight for Grey.
But Grey, calm and unfazed, activated [Shell Guard].
A shimmering, glowing shield of energy enveloped him, absorbing the lightning strikes without even a flinch.
Sparks sizzled against the barrier, but it held strong, the attacks fading like raindrops on a windshield.
Grey kept walking toward the slime, his face set in a determined scowl.
"Your attacks are getting weaker," he muttered, his voice low but confident.
Viscereon snarled, its frustration mounting as it screamed, "Shut up!"
But then, something unexpected happened.
Its voice, once deep and menacing, became high-pitched, almost childlike.
The slime's body shrank before Grey's eyes, its massive form melting into something much smaller.
