Thor swept two whole Anchor Point Monsters into his space in one go.
Up until now, he hadn't felt much pressure, which filled him with confidence.
After transforming his true body into Fate Lines, Corruption of this degree couldn't affect Thor's soul at all. Thanks to the incredible stability of the Fate Lines, Thor had instantly gone from prey to hunter.
But the hunt had only just begun when the sensation of falling inside the space suddenly stopped.
Thor immediately sensed trouble. It felt as though a hundred eyes were watching him.
The four Anchor Point Monsters that had been trying to flee moments ago slowly turned around as if they'd found a powerful ally. They bared their teeth, looking ready to charge again at any moment.
Thor looked down and discovered a dense web of Spatial Rifts beneath his feet. It seemed that every Rift had a gaze staring out at him from behind it.
Those gazes made Thor's skin crawl.
If there were only a handful of Anchor Points, Thor could capture them himself. But if there were a hundred, then even if he could withstand their Corruption, those powerful monsters would tear him to pieces!
Thor didn't hesitate. He immediately turned back, grabbed Kismet's still-recovering body, and flew upward.
He fled so quickly that he couldn't always maintain the spatial force field. His bones broke off piece by piece, but the Fate Lines replenished his energy in time, again and again.
The Quiet Space showed no visible changes, but Thor followed his Mental Power and found the entrance he and Kismet had used to enter.
Then he plunged through it.
At the last moment before leaving, Thor looked down.
The dense Rifts were still close beneath his feet, as if all his frantic running had taken him