Ideal is richly imaginative, reality is uncomfortably raw.
Fang Xiaocao had a fanciful plan, but reality refused to follow the script she had envisioned.
Whizz, whizz, whizz—
Hidden weapons tore through the air, screaming sharply as they flew.
But as they neared the Suture Monster, it lazily swatted its hand, deflecting every single one.
Not even a chance to graze the Suture Monster.
Unhappy and Tom, flanking it left and right, held the Suture Monster at bay, while Mantis circled it like a predator, striking with surprise attacks now and then. Their teamwork was impeccable, leaving the Suture Monster barely able to keep up—but despite their efforts, it suffered no substantial damage.
Taotie slashed a dagger across the Suture Monster's back.
It only managed to cut its surface, not drawing even a single drop of blood.
Unhappy's steel claw grazed the Suture Monster's arm, leaving four deep gashes.
Yet the Suture Monster still didn't bleed a single drop.
