Only after Garvit was sent flying did he truly comprehend the vast disparity between his physique and that of the Poison Blade Rat King.
The head-on collision a moment ago felt as though he was a toddler who had inadvertently crashed into a two-hundred-kilogram strongman.
This impact alone, Garvit estimated, had robbed him of at least a third of his life energy. Yet this was not the worst part.
The gravest issue was that Garvit now had no other means to oppose the Poison Blade Rat King.
His proudest cavalry charge, a moment ago, had ended in utter failure, effectively disarming him of his most potent weapon.
The poison mist potion he had prepared was only mildly effective against the weaker carrion rats, while the true enemy, the Poison Blade Rat King, remained utterly unaffected.
The root cause of all these failures lay in the flawed intelligence.