With another incredibly risky slide, Roland dodged a strand of Shadow Spider Silk that silently snaked toward him.
After steadying himself, his chest heaved violently, his ragged breaths exceptionally clear amidst the clamor of the battlefield.
The high strain of his Dragonification state, coupled with the immense tension, was rapidly draining his stamina and Spirit.
However, under the pressure of this life-or-death crisis, his mind was as clear as if it had been plunged into icy water.
A question, previously suppressed by the divine pressure and the relentless barrage of attacks, now surfaced clearly in his mind.
'This being before me, the one calling itself Corellon… its aura truly contains a shudder-inducing Divine Attribute, placing it at an extremely high rank…'
'But the actual destructive Power it's displaying right now…'
