Alister's feet were planted on the ground, his eyes locked on his target and the multiple attacks spiralling toward him simultaneously.
Both the abnormality and the crew had concluded in their hearts that there was no possible way for the hero to survive the attacks.
King Julian's face was already etched with worry and defeat. The others around him had their hands on their heads, already mourning the hero's inevitable downfall. Some bit their fingers in frustration.
As the attacks lunged toward the hero, their eyes widened with emotions ranging from sorrow to frustration.
But then the unthinkable happened.
Just a split second before the attacks would reach him, he made an impossible move.
He expertly vaulted onto the two hands lunging at him from the front and sprinted across them with inhuman speed and balance. He used the abnormality's hands as a path to its own head.
"What!"
