Weren't there a little too many tentacles?!
"Take that, you pervert!" It was a relentless onslaught.
At that moment, Jack felt like a cricket in a snake enclosure, struggling for dear life as the darkness tendrils tried to grasp at him one after the other!
"Kid, I swear, you're way too fucking stubborn! Fighting a losing fight is dumb. Tch— You and your sentimentality! But you won't change your mind, right?" the Old Ghost spat.
"Nope!"
"Fine, then, at least fight smart. This guy's hiding a catalyst behind his back. Destroy it, and this god-forsaken prison will crumble. Be fast. I bet even you won't last long here!"
Jack agreed 2000%, his life hanging by a thread.
With every move he made, with every Arcane Dagger he summoned, his Mana would be drained a little more. The usual 30-minute Evil God Body duration? He'd be lucky to get five!
Even as he kept dodging, he whispered orders, using even more Mana to propel his voice right to his troops' ears.
