The loop started once again—for the 25,448th time.
My head still rang, slightly shaken after being hit by Tharen's command. Since it was a mental attack, did its aftereffects linger across the loop?
...I'll need to take note of that.
As expected, all but Tharen were shaken by their deaths. They were vulnerable—riddled with openings.
"Ah... Ahhh!"
Mirek, true to form, was the first to panic. Instead of clearing space first, he instinctively activated his high-speed dash.
Naturally, that meant dragging everyone nearby into his wild momentum.
Tharen and Laravelle both took serious hits—though not as devastating as the last time.
Tharen lost his left arm this round, while Laravelle's right leg was blown clean off. Minor wounds for them, something they could heal in seconds under normal conditions. But right now, their minds weren't in the right place.
"Kuh!"
Tharen grunted sharply, then drew in all his energy—explosively—and muttered a single word.
"DIE!"
