Innate Skill: Mass Taunt

Amid the roiling Black Mud, Red Archer struggled with all his might, yet he still could not escape the fate of sinking. The Black Mud looked like a mass of flowing sludge, but it possessed unimaginable weight. Even the slightest contact would result in being continuously devoured, so the more Red Archer struggled, the faster he sank.

Endless malice surged into Red Archer all at once, like countless people whispering curses into his ears. His expression immediately twisted into something exceptionally ferocious as he fought desperately against the negative emotions constantly breeding within him, teetering on the verge of corruption.

Red Archer really wanted to curse Duke to hell and back. There was no way anyone should screw people over like this. In the end, though, he could not hold it in. The moment he opened his mouth, the Black Mud seemed to come alive and poured into it, invading through every possible opening.

Plop!

Duke leaped down and stood atop the Black Mud. His feet rested on it as though he were standing on solid ground, leaving clear footprints as he walked step by step toward Red Archer. The Black Mud seemed to treat him as nonexistent. Not only did it fail to cover and erode him, it even seemed to avoid him on its own.

Red Archer stared in dumbfounded disbelief. He knew perfectly well how terrifying the Black Mud was. Even Heroic Spirits with unwavering convictions found it difficult to resist, yet Duke...

What the hell was this guy?

By the time Duke reached Red Archer, the latter looked as though he had fallen into a swamp. Only half his head remained above the surface, while Black Mud continuously poured into his body. Darkness had faintly begun to occupy the whites of his eyes.

"Relax. Let me