Every strike I landed hit nothing but air—or worse, that disgusting, regenerating sludge.
"Damn it…" I hissed through clenched teeth, backpedaling as another shadowy limb slammed into the ground where I'd been a second ago. Snow and dirt exploded upward, raining down in black chunks.
My lungs burned. My mana reserves were slipping, and even dodging was starting to feel like trying to dance through a hurricane.
What should I do?
And then, of all times, my brain decided to remember something completely ridiculous—one of my old community posts.
Yeah. That one.
The one I made back when I still played this game on my couch, cursing at my monitor between midnight snacks.
Maybe… that was the way to kill this demon before.
I could almost see the post in my head:
> [Phase 1: The parasite demon pretends to be the real deal. It mimics a boss that manipulates shadows, copies famous attack patterns, and floods the area with fakes.]
