Chapter 61

Confusion is the disorientation of one's decision.

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As they approached the rift, a massive Infernal emerged from its depths. This creature was unlike the others, towering over them with an aura of pure malevolence. Its body was covered in jagged, molten spikes, and its eyes glowed with an intense, fiery hatred.

"That's their leader," Neil said grimly.

Wil nodded. "Let's take it down."

The Infernal leader roared, and the ground shook beneath their feet. It lunged forward, its massive claws swiping at them with deadly force. Neil's Adaptive Armor absorbed the impact of the first strike, allowing him to counter with a powerful punch that sent a shockwave rippling through the creature's body.

Wil focused his attacks on the creature's weak points, identified by his Visual Guidance system. He targeted the joints and exposed areas, his precision strikes causing the creature to howl in pain.