'Trouble...'
Sylas immediately realized that things wouldn't be so easy. But the moment he grasped onto the tendril of Will this person hidden in the darkness was using, he also knew that the moment he laid eyes on them in real life, he would be able to see through them in an instant.
As for now...
Sylas clenched his teeth for a moment and flexed all the muscles in his body. His diaphragm expanded and became as solid as a rock before he roared out with a majesty that covered the battlefield.
<Arctic Howl Mutant>.
The beam of light crashed into Sylas' defenses, freezing in the air beside itself. Before, <Arctic Howl Mutant> could only freeze attacks for up to 2000 Defense for a split instant.
But now...
It blocked even this beam entirely. At the same time, the unfortunate Fortress Troll found itself frozen as well.
Sylas took a step, planting a foot on the iced-over Troll club frozen to the ground. <Surfing Frost> surged, and a pillar of frosted blue shot him into the skies.
He reached back with a claw, and for a moment, he seemed to pause in the air, his steely green eyes meeting that of the Fortress Troll.
It was a Demonic creature of great strength, a monstrous beast that would level even city walls. And yet, at that moment, meeting Sylas' gaze, it felt as though it was the small character between the two of them.
<Focused Claw>.
Sylas' hand descended, his fingers piercing into the thick skull of the Troll.
His body flexed, and his veins pulsed across his body as he pulled down with all his might.
He spun in the air, his hips torquing and his torso forming thin wiry strands of muscles that bulged along one another as though jostling for position.
And then he erupted with all the strength he could muster.
BANG!
The Troll's head tilted forward, its body leaning slowly for only a moment before Sylas used his hold on the fractures in its skull to send it flying downward.
The Fortress Troll only had time to feel the beam of light from the Berserk Golem unfreeze. The moment after that, its head was swallowed up by the beam of light, a trench being formed after its body.
When the beam blinked out of existence, leaving a line in the skies that slowly grew thinner, all one could see was the headless corpse of the Fortress Troll rebounding against the ground.
The smell of burnt, rotting flesh filled the air, its neck sizzling over with a burning scab.
Sylas, though, hardly gave it a look. He had soared even higher into the air, having used the Troll's skull as a rebound.
Two Exploding Bolts shot through the air but were too slow to enter the maw of the Golem. Sylas also didn't have any Fire Runes to make use of, so they were only of normal, average strength.
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