The worm lunged its teeth toward Lian, who dodged effortlessly, rolling through the sand.
"Disgusting," Lian spat, sand stuck between his teeth. "I really wish I'd unlocked something water-related—I can't stand living like this anymore!" His voice was a mix of frustration and desperation, gritty with sand.
He kept spitting as he ran, trying to put distance between himself and the monster. He wanted to focus on his notifications to see what shape he'd unlocked, but the creature gave him no respite, its relentless pursuit a shadow on his heels.
"You asked for it—take this!" he shouted, dodging another bite and landing a kick to the worm's belly, making it flinch from the impact.
Before becoming a Mage, Lian was a warrior. He knew how to strike and understood basic combat, his instincts honed by necessity.
But the worm felt no pain. Lian's kick barely tickled it.
That was enough, though, for Lian to gain precious seconds to cast his favorite spell—the Circle!
