Chapter 118: 23.5 Prog?

One wipe led to another...

'This isn't how its-'

Two wipes led to four. Four led to eight...

'I don't wanna die!'

Eight became sixteen. Became twenty...

'How in the hell are we supposed to beat this thing then?!'

At the end of the day, I was left as the only survivor from each passing attempt.

"So you're telling us that we've been at this thing for around twenty-five deaths now, and that we've figured out is that this thing has around six attacks before looping around?" Guidance repeated the words I just told them as if she couldn't believe what I was saying. "That's..."

"Unbelievable?" I sighed. "You've said that, yes."