"Shit... this guy's seriously strong..." Chris growls through gritted teeth.
Isabelle wasn't kidding when she said the Crimson Requiem are insanely powerful...
At this rate, I'm gonna end up getting killed...
Lazarus drives his long, razor-sharp blood spear straight at Chris's head.
The helmet of his skeletal armor creaks and cracks under the piercing force, but it still holds.
A month ago, that attack would've been enough to shatter it.
But as Chris's strength and mastery of Innatus have improved, so has the durability of his skeletal armor.
"Not bad, kid. Lasting this long against someone like me isn't something just anyone can do. Though, let's be honest, that's all thanks to your Innatus. Without it, you'd have been dead a long time ago," Lazarus says with a smug, confident grin as he raises his blood spear into a guarded stance, ready to strike again.
Chris doesn't take the bait.
He ignores him completely and keeps his guard up.
