Juno lunged.
His sword screamed through the air, black tendrils wrapping tighter around his forearm like a demon's leash. He drove the cursed blade into the shimmering body of the towering woman—Sasha, the dungeon's ultimate core.
The weapon struck her torso with a sickening squelch.
But didn't pierce.
Instead, it halted. As if he'd rammed the blade into solid stone.
"What?!" Juno's eyes widened, disbelief spreading across his bloodied face. "This isn't… it's not liquid—!"
He leapt back instinctively. The surface of Sasha's semi-translucent body rippled as if disturbed, but she didn't react in any other way.
The sword he'd cleaved demons, trolls, and worse with had done nothing.
Juno spat on the floor. "You think you can mock me with illusions? With tricks?!"
His breath came faster. Rage gathered in him like a storm.
