Its voice was a distorted, mocking echo.
"You will not disturb the Lord…"
Rhys tilted his head, exhaling through his nose.
"Oh boy… if this is just the mini-boss, then the City Lord definitely is even more powerful."
His eyes flicked over the mana display above the creature's head.
Level 120.
Rhys gave a low whistle.
"Ultra Hard difficulty finally showing its teeth, huh? I was starting to think this was too easy… guess not anymore."
Up until now, despite it being Ultra Hard, Rhys had been cutting through the trial with little resistance—his stats and Puddle's overwhelming magic making the lower-tier elites little more than practice dummies.
But this… this thing was going to be a bit of a challenge. Not overly difficult—but enough to keep him on his toes.
Its every step cracked the marble tiles underfoot. Four weapons shifted easily in its grip, each glinting with an unnatural edge.