"Tch!"
Behind them, the Seam God watched the elite squad rapidly break through toward him while his army of Stitched Beasts failed to stop them, and curled his lip.
"But you think attacking me directly will do any good? Naive!"
He was the Seam God. To put it plainly, all the Stitched Beasts were merely toys he had made. Since he could sew those toys together, naturally, he could sew himself together as well.
In theory, apart from God-Slayer, no tangible attack could affect him. At most, repairing himself would consume a little more Divine Power...
As the Seam God privately considered how to make these people feel even greater despair, his hands remained busy. His fingers moved continuously, directing the Stitched Beasts to lunge forward even more ferociously and block them.
This desperate resistance proved effective. One after another, the members of the spearhead squad were held up by Stitched Beasts and fell behind.
By the time the squad finally reached the Seam God, only the Lamp Genie remained.
Seeing no more obstacles ahead, the Lamp Genie did not hesitate. Facing the Seam God, who was two stars above him, he resolutely launched a Charge, transforming into smoke and barreling forward like a blue bull.
Yet the Seam God easily stopped him with one hand.
"What's the point? You blue-skinned clown, you're wasting your strength..."
The Seam God looked mockingly at the blue-skinned smoke figure drifting before him, about to sneer something along the lines of, "I'll admit defeat if you can even scratch my skin."
But immediately afterward, a dark figure darted out from the cover of the blue smoke. Covered entirely by a pitch-black hood, she circled behind the Seam God in an instant. A blade flashed in her hand, its cold tip sweeping past.
*They hid