He struck it.
But the skin did not cut.
He hit it again. And again. Three strikes in rapid succession, each one carrying Strength 5,751 through a mythical-grade weapon at 4,905 attack power, strikes that had cleaved through level 170 Cluster Guardians with their layered celestial stone construction in single exchanges.
The skin showed three marks. Not cuts. Marks. The way a very hard surface shows contact evidence without yielding to it.
"That is," he said, and paused. "Remarkable."
The worm's body shifted toward his position, the dissolution field's range extending to cover his location as the creature reoriented. He stepped back with Phantom Void Step, the spatial transition carrying him clear of the field's direct contact range.
