Kyle's breath came out ragged as he steadied himself, eyes locked on the god in front of him.
Tirakos's form was broken, unstable—its limbs moved like they were dragging along disconnected strings, but the divine power flowing through it was relentless.
Despite everything, things did not se1em to be in Kyle's favor. He has no way to directly finish this fight.
Thankfully, the fight had a time limit and that made things much more bearable for Kyle.
Kyle knew the fight wasn't about strength anymore.
'This is a waiting game now.'
He reminded himself.
He had seen the cracks forming every time Tirakos used divine energy.
That was his window—he just needed to hit at the right moment. Wait for it to use power. Exploit the weakness.
Simple in theory. Much harder in execution.
'I need to make sure my body does not break before I take care of this monster. But fuck! It hurts a lot. My whole body is screaming in pain right now.'
Kyle felt exhausted.
