Emriel slammed his hands into the sand, frustration crackling in his voice. “Ugh! This is maddening! Every hit we throw at them either bounces back or—” He paused, glaring at the glowing core of the Behemoth that had just thrown Seran across the dunes. “…or feeds them! Their cores are insane. How are we supposed to fight something that’s basically a walking battery?”
Remael’s golden eyes narrowed as he studied the Behemoths’ staggered movements, the lingering energy pulses radiating from their cores. “It’s not just that their cores are strong,” he said slowly, his tone measured. “Physical attacks… they won’t work. They absorb the energy we pour into them. Even Seran’s strength, or David’s Chaos Lightning, only makes them stronger.”
David’s jaw tightened as he clenched his fists, sparks d
