Previous chapter:
Chapter 18: Dungeon Practice – 6
Next chapter:
Chapter 20: Saint Candidate – 1
PREVIEW
... turning into roots firmly onto the ground, as his absurdly oversized upper half came flying at me.
His left arm, tightly armored with no visible weaknesses, swung sideways in an attempt to squash me into the ground. I held off his arm with the staff but couldn’t avoid being pushed back by the recoil.
There wasn’t a single scratch where he had hit the staff.
“Is that all you’ve got? That’s it?”
The Maker peered down at me, almost tauntingly, with its single eye. T ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE