The change in the artromus was so sudden that anyone else might have hesitated, but Elio not only maintained his assault, he intensified it.
If the monster wanted to offer itself as a target, he would turn each second into a torrent of attacks.
But his eyes, glowing with that crimson radiance of enhanced perception, missed no detail.
The gleam in the Artromus's gaze betrayed its true intentions; this wasn't surrender, it was calculation.
With each connecting blow, with each falling point of resistance, that light in the monster's eyes intensified.
Realization struck Elio like lightning: the Artromus was waiting for frenzy.
Its resistance must have been multiplied by ten thanks to metamorphosis, Elio had been correct. Now the monster sought to combine both states.
Should he stop? Wait for metamorphosis to end?
Dear readers,
The death of Arterro marks the climax of our story's second volume. I know it might seem like a somewhat abrupt ending, but there's a purpose behind it: our characters need this respite, this opportunity to grow and prepare themselves.
As you've seen, each challenge has been greater than the last, and what's coming in the third volume... well, let's just say that not even they can imagine what awaits them.
I want to take a moment to thank you for having come this far. Every page you've read, every battle you've witnessed, every moment of triumph and loss you've shared with Elio and the others... all of that means the world to me.
This journey has been as exciting to create as I hope it has been to read.
The third volume promises to take us into uncharted territory, with more action, surprising revelations, and twists that I hope will keep you on the edge of your seats.
Thank you for being part of this adventure. I hope you continue to enjoy the story as much as I enjoy writing it.
With gratitude, Dagzo
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