Guts only smiled in return. It was a tired, bloody, vicious smile. Time was running out, both for his spell and his life.
"Oh… so you think you can tank it."
He retracted Father Bear, waiting only until Mother Bear had sunk deeper, as though meticulously measuring the borrowing depth. The anchor secured the chain to the very depth of the earth, creating an immovable counterweight. The air trembled as the one-handed man rotated the massive chain faster—Father Bear spun like a dense metal meteor being forged mid-air, ready to pack a massive, life-ending hit. A faint glow of green mana now surrounded the chain, and the earth beneath Guts's feet cracked under the immense strain.
The Goatman roared, slamming its chest, and charged a third time at full speed, convinced brute force would finally finish Guts. What else could the chain do?
Guts whipped the chain and aimed—
FWOOOM—!!
