The ear-piercing cracking sound seemed to shatter more than just the rules.
In his eyes, the Space Rule that had originally made him certain of victory, layered countless times over, now looked like a hole that had been torn open.
Layer after layer, the densely packed spatial control effects, deliberately stacked together, were enough to serve as both attack and defense at the same time.
Like the ultimate safe house.
Any creature that approached him would be forcibly pulled back and subjected to a massive number of spatial attacks.
But now
The Aberration, forcibly enduring the rift attacks, kept letting out low growls. Its long, sharp Bone Claw actually seized the edge of a crack in the Void.
It exerted force and fixed itself in place.
As if it wanted to burrow in, it forcibly endured the pain of its flesh being stripped away and rapidly "crawled" toward him.
A blood-red skeleton.
Its shattered bones seemed to be filled with a massive amount of blood.
As the Aberration continued to withstand the attacks, its brilliant white bone battle armor was dyed blood-red.
There was no pain or emotion in those scarlet eyes, only the instinct to devour him, numb and bestial.
Why!? Why are the rules ineffective!?
No, they were not ineffective. It was just that their rules seemed to have difficulty affecting this monster. Every time they came into contact with the Aberration, they were weakened and absorbed.
Like water returning to the sea.
Daring neither to think nor guess at the implications, Wrathfang, enraged and shocked, no longer held anything back.
In an instant, wave after wave of Rule Attacks crashed down with overwhelming force.
The twin Bone Spike blades in his hands also suddenly slashed toward the Aberration's head.
He could no longer care whether the aftermath