A few hourglasses later.
Hmm?
Grimm, who had blended in the shadows, suddenly stopped his tracks in the ravenous cavern.
The mask's ultrasonic positioning sorcery had projected an image of a huge six-legged arachnid at the cave wall ahead inside the black-and-white-colored head-up display of his mask.
Unquestionably, this was an ancient level-three creature from this world. The Evil Blood flows within its body. A sense of impenetrable toughness emanated from the creature.
In the past, Grimm could not defeat the flesh creature that had evolved through passive means.
With no powerful energy to muster; nor any skillful means of survival, the creatures of this world that had lost the law of rainbow camouflage in their evolution were affected by the Evil Bloods. What is left of the flesh creatures of the world was a tough body that had built up in toughness over the years.
"Super-sensitive sense of light? Did it notice my presence?"
