Atlas kept running, dodging with every ounce of strength he had whenever the wild elemental particles around him began to shift.
In a state like this, he had completely switched into survival mode, alternating between analyzing the movements of the elemental particles and relying purely on his instincts.
Every so often, he used his spear to probe for incoming attacks, testing the air for changes that signaled danger. At the very least, if a direct hit was imminent, he could position himself to avoid taking even more devastating damage.
Nearly an entire day had passed. All Atlas had been doing was running and dodging, over and over again.
He had been relentlessly targeting the monster's ankle, hoping to reduce its mobility.
Atlas was certain he had struck that spot countless times, but the monster's enormous size and near-impenetrable defense made it feel like he was chipping away at a mountain. Progress was painstakingly slow and required endless repetition.
