The numbers were rcilessly clear: it was mathematically impossible to bring down the monster before the five minutes ran out.
'If it is five minutes,' Elio thought, exchanging a look with i.
The hypothesis about the ti limit was based on their experience with frenzy, Elio had seen that ability many tis in his practices, confirming its duration.
But tamorphosis... they only had theories.
Mana was depleting, the monster's resistance seed endless, and ti... ti crawled slowly, taking with each second more of their precious energy.
Desperation began showing on the soldiers' faces as they watched their attacks bounce harmlessly off the transford monster's defense.
They needed a plan, and they needed it now.
The revelation hit Elio like lightning. His eyes swept across the battlefield, noticing for the first ti the pattern in the Artromus's defensive behavior.
It was attacking much less now.
"THE EARTH!" His voice cut through the combat chaos. "ATTACK THE EARTH, NOT HIM!"
The order provoked confused looks until Elio continued: "We need more water in the crater! NOW!"
The artromus was limited, he realized.
The earth under its control was finite, already much less than what the crater could contain. For so reason, it had lost dominion over much of its elent. That's why it hadn't ford a larger mass to escape the circle of soldiers.
"If it could create more earth," Taron murmured, catching on, "it would have done so already."
"Exactly," Elio smiled, that dangerous smile his companions had learned to recognize. "And if it can't create more..."
His hands began moving, preparing another lethal mixture. Hydrogen and fluorine answered his call, combining in that deadly dance the artromus had co to fear. Read exclusive content at mvl
"Let it see what happens when its precious earth dissolves in acid," Zara completed, positioning herself for her own attack.
The builders began pouring more water into the crater while Elio prepared his chemical bomb. Every gram of earth that fell into that cauldron would et a corrosive fate.
The artromus's expression changed subtly, almost imperceptibly, but it was enough to confirm Elio's theory with his enhanced perception. The monster wasn't worried about direct damage, but about losing control of its elent.
The battle had transford into a race: what would run out first? The artromus's tamorphosis ti? The attackers' mana? Or the earth under its control?
Elio released his chemical bomb, watching with satisfaction as the explosion's remnants reached the Artromus and the acid began its destructive work.
This ti, the artromus's roar carried a different tone: not pain, but frustration.
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Arterro's frustration grew with each second.
The humans had changed strategy, and it was irritatingly effective.
The leader remained the greatest threat, his tallic formations appearing as fast as it managed to destroy them.
What tal were these restrictions made of? Even with its strength enhanced by tamorphosis, it barely managed to tear the bands before others took their place.
Worse still, the wind attacks from the weaker parasites, which it had previously disregarded for their insignificant or null damage, now served a more insidious purpose.
Each gust tore more earth from its control, sending it in a constant rain toward that cursed acid cauldron.
'Only five mana points,' it calculated with growing desperation. The earth it could generate was ridiculously scarce; it had already had to use part of its reserve just to compensate for what those constant winds were stealing away.
A quick analysis of its situation revealed a single viable option: a concentrated attack toward the weakest flank. Its five remaining mana points would have to be enough to open a breach.
It waited for the precise mont, just after destroying the most recent steel bands.
The earth responded to its will, concentrating into a single devastating attack directed toward what seed to be the most vulnerable point in the human encirclent.
But then...
As if materializing from nothingness itself, the human leader appeared directly in its path. The green scythe glead with supernatural radiance, and the wind attack's impact struck Arterro with a force that made it stagger backward.
'Impossible!' Arterro's mind roared with disbelief. 'How can he move so fast? How can he predict every movent?!'
The attack hadn't just forced it back; it had wasted its last mana points in a failed escape attempt. The earth dispersed when cut by the scythe.
And now, the smile on the human's face suggested things were about to get worse.
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Monts before...
The Artromus's face was an open book to Elio.
Every expression, every subtle change in its monstrous features, reminded him of Aranto's final monts.
His perception pushed beyond its limit had etched every detail of that revenge into his mory, especially the exact instant when arrogance gave way to fear, when determination transford into desperation.
That sweet face that had made Elio rejoice.
When Aranto had played his final card.
And now, Arterro showed exactly the sa expression: that of soone who had just desperately wagered their last card.
Elio hadn't needed to show his extre speed.
There had been no need to waste mana or force his limits to keep pace with this Artromus. Though tamorphosis had made it formidable, its speed didn't even approach what Aranto had demonstrated.
But when Elio recognized that expression of final desperation, his reaction was instantaneous.
His eyes blazed with that crimson glow as his perception expanded. A muscular impulse, imdiately followed by his winged salamander's power, catapulted him exactly where he needed to be.
The green scythe sang through the air, its edge cutting at extre speed through Arterro's control over the earth, dispersing it in all directions.
But sothing caught Elio's attention.
Although the blade had connected directly with the Artromus, the damage had been less than his normal wind attacks. The monster's defense in this state was truly monstrous.
However, this apparent disadvantage revealed sothing crucial: all this ti, he hadn't been launching wind attacks through the scythe... it had been a while without injecting it with mana, and still had managed to damage the Artromus.
A dangerous smile ford on his face as the realization settled. The scythe didn't need a constant injection of his mana to apply its magical wind damage and be lethal; it had very high efficiency, like nickel in spears.
His mana reserves wouldn't have to be as extensive as he had initially calculated to end the monster's resistance.
The weapon in his hands, born from Aranto's very essence, seed to vibrate with anticipation. The irony was perfect: one Artromus's power would be the instrunt of another's downfall.
'Thanks for the gift, you wretched freak,' Elio thought, while preparing for his next move. 'Your brother is about to discover what it feels like to be hunted by your own essence.'
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