Chrysalis

The second I put a leg within twenty metres of the demon, it suddenly acts. One of its dangling arms flicked in my direction and three of the red balls flew in my direction at once!

BOOM!

Arrrgh! Pain blossoms along the side of my abdomen as I manage to turn my body at the last moment, protecting my head. The unfortunate result is that my legs are exposed and as the three balls detonate alongside me they are immediately ravaged with pain. That little beast has been acting weak this whole time! I should have known that throwing one spell at a time was way too easy. I've fallen for his trap again. His stupid spells are so fast that I barely have a chance to start breaking them apart before they land. Not to mention he weaves them together with such speed that the moment I sense the mana build-up he's almost ready to shoot. This stupid little gremlin is giving me a headache!

[You have it. I will taaaake it! Give it to meeeeeee!]

[Get bent!]

I've no choice but to trigger the regeneration gland. Two legs on my left side are heavily crippled and are impeding my mobility. If I leave it like this I'm only going to be food for more of those ridiculous explosion balls. Just what sort of magic is that anyway?! Once again put on the defensive I focus on dodging and moving in unpredictable patterns as the healing fluid rockets through my system, creating new tissues and connecting them at an absurd pace. To speed the process I fire off my latest Ice Spears and then begin to weave a healing spell to lay onto myself.

dodge. I watch the demon carefully each moment and I can see he's enjoying this. The sadistic little imp. Even now I can't be sure that he's not toying with me. Regardless, I've managed to survive long enough to get the healing spell off and combined with the effect of my healing gland, my body is knitting itself together at a stupidly fast pace. Watching my HP climb so fast is certainly a good feeling. Granin was right. Stacking effects on top of each

back under me, I take my distance from the beast to prepare my next offensive. Sensing my defensive posture the monster

better

worry eyeball, I'm commin' back over there. Don't

creature's wings do a little wriggle of glee as I talk back to it and the eye widens even further if that's at all possible. I swear that eye is starting to become darker and it looks a little .. Broken. As if it were a window that was starting to crack. No matter. If

I never stop moving, I focus my main mind and strongest sub mind on shaping my next offensive ice spell. Handling the condensed ice mana is difficult and it

doubt that he can sense the magic I've built up and he must be ready to retaliate the second I unleash it, so instead, I hold onto it and begin to close the distance between us bit

to bring me a little closer after each one as the monster and I engage in a little game of chicken. If I can bait out his counterspells whilst still being at a reasonable range then the chances of a successful dodge are much greater, the closer I get the less time he'll have to break

close within thirty metres. The second it does I kick my legs hard and rise into the air, the moment I do so I unleash the spell I've held onto. The spell drops down into the ground in the form of a bright ice blue light that starts to race through the sand toward the monster as I raise my legs high to keep them from the inevitable explosion. The monster unleashed four of the deadly balls of death this time and threw them out in

punch! Still, my spell should distract

and catch sight of my opponent and my spell racing through the ground toward him. To my surprise, the imp doesn't seem too concerned with the ice magic making its way to the sand beneath it, instead, its eye glares at me even harder. At this range I can see that the eye isn't broken but filled with thick,

Just before my spell erupts the mouth opens wide to reveal a bright green, fleshy tongue that unfolds to taste