He purses his lips, hating the words even as he speaks them. "I'm betting we'd be a liability. I'm not talking about ordinarily strong Shadows. I'm used to those. These were like...."
And he shakes his head. Like standing on the beach, not with a ten-metre tsunami coming that you could pray to outrun to high ground, but fifty metres, a hundred metres, a thousand. Like looking up at the cloud across the sun, only to have a meteor be the last thing you ever see.
Yet Futaba did get him through it. "Alilat is a red obelisk, inscribed with the figure of a woman. A pre-Islamic goddess. She used ice attacks. Uriel is an archangel. He used mostly physical attacks, but also a Megidolaon at one point. I'd have been dead if not for Futaba."
He reaches for his tea. "In short, I need to get a lot stronger, and I need to do it fast. Crap, I sound like a shonen protagonist."
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Date: 2024-05-03 07:33 am (UTC)From:And he shakes his head. Like standing on the beach, not with a ten-metre tsunami coming that you could pray to outrun to high ground, but fifty metres, a hundred metres, a thousand. Like looking up at the cloud across the sun, only to have a meteor be the last thing you ever see.
Yet Futaba did get him through it. "Alilat is a red obelisk, inscribed with the figure of a woman. A pre-Islamic goddess. She used ice attacks. Uriel is an archangel. He used mostly physical attacks, but also a Megidolaon at one point. I'd have been dead if not for Futaba."
He reaches for his tea. "In short, I need to get a lot stronger, and I need to do it fast. Crap, I sound like a shonen protagonist."