Seth's massive frame had tilted ever so slightly from the impact of the attack, some of the deadly beams tearing into his wings, but in the end, due to how absurd his sheer mass was, the injuries were merely micro tears that stung pretty badly rather than doing any real harm.
If by any chance Seth was actually a foe of the humans they'd be more successful in making him more mad than even inflicting vital damage.
This was the advantage of titan creatures, their absurd mass made them like indestructible, walking tanks, the bigger they were the more exaggerated their durability got.
Though there were ways to bypass these biological differences, in the end the inherent advantage made them greater threats.
"Seth?! How the fuck did you transform into… into… that!" Uriel asked, flabbergasted, via mental transmission, as the human soldiers behind him slowly backed down, their expression shifting from fearful to confused and shocked.
