"How... is that possible?"
Black Widow Faerlina froze.
Patchwerk was the strongest warrior she had ever seen!
Never mind his strength; his body, stitched together from assorted corpses and tempered with dark magic, was incredibly tough. Ordinary blades could not so much as scratch him.
Yet Rhode had split Patchwerk in half with the simplest of spells?
And he had done it while all five of them were assailing him with Plague Power.
Rhode seemed entirely unaffected. Instead, he had unleashed this earth-shattering blow.
Of course, Faerlina was not the only one stunned. The expressions of the other three-Gothik the Harvester, Noth the Plaguebringer, and Instructor Razuvious-changed sharply as well.
They clearly understood what that slash meant.
They had thought Rhode would crumble under an assault from five such powerful foes, but now they began to sense that something was wrong.
"What... happened..."
An angry roar rang out. It came from Patchwerk.
The two halves of his body "crawled" back up like a pair of moving puppets, quickly found their respective "other halves," and joined together again.
Patchwerk stood once more.
This was a stitched monstrosity. This was the Scourge!
An abomination's body was never that of a normal person. As long as its corpse parts remained, it could put itself back together at any time and keep fighting.
That was one reason the Scourge was so difficult to deal with.
Patchwerk was clearly the king of abominations. His body rapidly recovered, though a conspicuous split ran down the middle from his head to his abdomen, like a poorly closed surgical incision.
Blood seeped out through that split, but it did nothing to hinder his movements.
"Huh? You can do that too?" Rhode was somewhat surprised.
He had never fought an abomination before, much less Patchwerk.
In the game, Patchwerk