Hajin surged forward from the scattered granite rubble, driving his right fist squarely toward the center of Maren's armored breastplate.
Every iridescent purple scale overlapped across the creature's chest in dense, interlocking ridges resembling reinforced roof tiles.
The golden mana detonated against the mutated carapace with a deafening concussive report that stripped leaves from surrounding pine boughs.
Despite the concentrated force of the strike, the nine-foot Overlord refused to yield even a single inch of ground.
A searing jolt of concussive recoil shot from Hajin's split knuckles straight into his shoulder socket as Maren slowly lowered his gaze.
He grimaced through clenched teeth, shaking out his tingling fingers as the shockwave rattled his ribs.
The monstrous entity examined the small fist resting against his chest with dry amusement, regarding the impact the way a granite cliff regards morning rain.
