After that blow, Tidehunter Neptulon was even more badly wounded, but he had also managed to put a little more distance between himself and Rex. That small gap, however, meant nothing to Rex.
Even after taking that punishing hit, Tidehunter Neptulon continued to flee.
At first, Rex could not understand why he was running so desperately, but he soon realized why Tidehunter Neptulon was behaving this way.
Tidehunter Neptulon was terrified. His courage had deserted him, and he no longer had the confidence to fight Rex and the others.
He also knew that if Rex and the others caught up, Noel would surely die. Along with his terror, only one thought remained in Tidehunter Neptulon's mind: Run. Keep running. Run faster.
Naturally, this affected Tidehunter Neptulon's judgment. This was not unique to him; anyone who lost their nerve might think the same way. They could no longer assess the situation accurately. In their hearts, they clung to the hope that they might still escape. That sliver of hope led him to make the wrong decision. Throughout history, countless people had done the same.
Rex found Tidehunter Neptulon's behavior rather unbelievable. After all, he was no ordinary being. As an ancient powerhouse who had lived for tens of thousands of years, his mental fortitude was astonishingly poor.
That was because Rex had only a superficial understanding of Tidehunter Neptulon, rather than a true grasp of his character. Had he known the details of Neptulon's life, he would have realized that there was nothing surprising about his current state of mind.
Over his countless years, Tidehunter Neptulon had encountered few evenly matched opponents. They had either been far too powerful, like the Titans, or far too weak, like the other elementals. In his entire life, he had never encountered overwhelming opponents other