He knew his limits.
Tearing through the mass of abominations, Sunny cut a bloody path toward the hulking tyrant, and finally appeared in front of him.
As soon as the burial mask with three burning red eyes turned his way, Sunny suddenly felt small and weak. The pain he felt in his battered body surged, and an involuntary groan escape from his lips.
He just wanted to stop and fall to the ground.
To kneel…
'Argh… a mind attack?! What, is that all?! Bastard, you should have met Gunlaug… learned how to really make people cower…'
And also, his own mask was much scarier than the crude thing covering the tyrant's face.
Fighting through the oppressive hex, Sunny lunged forward and raised his bloodied spear.
He didn't get a chance to attack, though.
Although it didn't seem as if the Tyrant of the Barrow was moving with haste, his hand shot toward Sunny with such terrifying speed that he barely had time to react. The giant didn't even deem it necessary to use a weapon, intending to crush him with a fist.
Making the Mantle of the Underworld as heavy as he could, Sunny turned the shaft of the spear around and held it with both hands, knowing to deflect the blow instead of blocking it.
He should have been able to…
The fist of the desiccated giant connected with the ancient spear…
…And easily shattered it, as though it was a mundane stick and not a Memory of the Ascended Rank.
Before Sunny could even feel the terrible impact reverberate through his bones, five massive fingers closed around his torso like a steel bear trap.
And squeezed.
'C—crap!'
[Your Memory has been destroyed.]
What a shame... he didn't even get a chance to learn what it was called...
The stonelike metal of the Mantle of the Underworld groaned, but held.
His bones, reinforced by the steadfast temperance of the Bone Weave, held too.
Not that Sunny was having a good time. It felt as though he was being slowly crushed to death, unable to draw in a single breath. It hurt as hell, too… much worse than that, actually...
But worse still, while the tyrant had him in his grip, he couldn't use Shadow Step.
He couldn't escape.
'I... I think... I messed up…'
As Sunny struggled in the tyrant's iron grip, the giant tilted his head a little, and easily lifted him off the ground, bringing his prey closer to the three burning red eyes.