Golden light slammed into a Mithril Centipede's shell, showering sparks and leaving only a shallow white scar.
Sh*t! They‘re tough!
A muted shock coursed through Jared, and he immediately changed tactics, flooding the blade with marked aura that hissed like imprisoned thunder.
"So hard!" Flaxseed gasped, then added enviously, "Wish my own gear were built the same."
Jared shot him a glare that needed no words.
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