Elias had barely moved from his spot in his effort to consume less stamina as he fought, no, defended himself from being torn to pieces. After his left hand was mangled, Elias had begun to truly focus on his defense as he used the swarm he could control to flow over his head and his torso, in order to reduce the damage he was taking.
A pool of blood and flesh covered the ground around him, and while most of it was the stinking black blood of his prey, many liters of red blood and several pounds of his flesh and pieces of his bones were littered around him. It was as if he were placed in a slow blender.
The tongues of these creatures were like large whips soaked in acid, and if not for what Elias suspected was the Pillar of Sorrow that had seemed to strengthen his bones, and his Ascendant Swarm that added another layer of offense and defense, the tongue swipes from the monsters would not just be peeling his skin, but would be cutting straight through him.
