The only constant was that conical proboscis still dripping with Spiritual Energy, and a pair of eyes flashing with a crimson glow...
If those could even be called eyes.
Ron could feel that this creature was evaluating his worth in its own way, like a gourmet assessing an expensive dish.
This suffocating sense of oppression was even greater than what he experienced when facing the "Holy Disc".
Back then, at least he could find its weakness, but now... he was nearly on the brink of death before he could even react.
"... can't... just... die here..."
Ron gritted his teeth, enduring indescribable pain, and began to reassemble his remaining Spiritual Power.
Accompanied by that instinct to survive, his mind gradually regained some clarity, quickly analyzing the current situation.
The enemy in front of him moved at a speed far beyond his reaction capability; pure defense was clearly ineffective.
