Hero's attack was aimed precisely at Drae'mon's eye. His hand, sharp as a sword, tried to do as much damage as possible to the skeleton.
The trajectory was impeccable, drawn like by an artist in a moment of pure inspiration. The timing was just as perfect, worthy of a war veteran.
However, Drae'mon's body was not that simple. There was no need to activate anything.
With a single thought, a layer of fur covered the eye.
Hero's attack was blocked!
Not just blocked— it had been absorbed.
Drae'mon's fur did not merely serve a defensive function, like ordinary armor.
Its capabilities went beyond that level.
It was as if the very matter he was made of had consciousness and will.
His fur was able to cushion the impact of the blow, minimize the damage, and, most importantly, reflect it.
An electric shock ran through Hero's arm.
Then, his arm bounced back, forcing him to take a few steps back.
But it was not over yet—
