Daru's eyes narrowed as he remarked to himself:
'That…is a lot of hitpoints…'
To make things worse, the hulking spawn was already on half HP, for some reason…
Perhaps it fought another spawn and won, but was wounded quite heavily in the process.
Those stone swords in Rocante's ears…they might've been the weapons of the other Swordspawn.
Of course, Daru was only speculating and was unsure whether the scenario he had thought of was true, but it couldn't be denied that a fifty-percent damage to one's hitpoints was a lot and couldn't have come from anything other than a battle.
The depressed figure was slowly disappearing in the distance.
Curious as to where it was going, Daru followed Rocante very carefully, knowing that he couldn't take it in a battle for now.
Just the level forty-eight Lost Damnedlings were already making him sweat for his victories.
Heavy and slow as the hulking horror appeared, Daru was certain that it was faster than anything he had ever fought before.
