Honestly, the boss looked terrifying.
To Mimi, even though it was still the same design as Amaras the Corpse King—a boss she had defeated countless times before while farming one of the best early-game gear sets—standing before him now, in reality, felt completely different.
Once again, fear seized her, freezing her body rigid like a block of cat-shaped ice. Her tail fluffed up, her ears flattened, and her whiskers quivered. Every instinct screamed at her to jump down from Emilia's arm and run, to turn tail and flee as freaking fastest as possible.
Sure, she had faced the terrifying gaze of a demon before, and still managed to wriggle her way out of it.
But this…
For some reason…
This Amaras was different!
It felt like… standing before death itself.
The undead gaze he gave off was as cold as frozen hell, radiating an eternal darkness. All of Mimi's will to live, all of the meaning of life, faded away.
Do we… really have a chance of defeating him?!
