[Bonus chapter thanks to reading_aniac :) <3]
Sylas couldn't move before the air around him compressed. He fell heavily to a knee as Amende smashed down with both fists again. He knew a Skill when he saw one, but that didn't stop his bones from feeling as though every one of them was about to fragment to pieces.
As expected, exploding the crystal hearts of the mud Demons wasn't going to help in the slightest. Whatever humanoid-beast hybrid Amende was, his vitality was off the charts, and that translated right to his Constitution.
He could probably fight at this high-octane clip for weeks if need be, and that was only because he was an E-tier. If he were any stronger, even months would be a short estimate.
Sylas coughed up another mouthful of blood.
