With Gear keeping Nekrostalmenos suppressed and Guan Yu taking care of the Undead Netherworld Skeletal Beasts, Izroth and his party were able to refocus their attention entirely on shaving away at the arm's HP.
However, even though they still had plenty of time left to take care of the arm with their current damage output, Izroth found that troubling feeling steadily growing inside of him. Not only were his natural senses amazing, but his Soul Sense was even more abnormal. Right now, his Soul Sense was sending off a constant stream of alarm bells in his mind as though attempting to warn him of impending danger.
There were no stacks or anything hidden away within the battle logs. There was zero evidence of anything that could lead to a potentially unstable situation and yet, this bizarre feeling was present.
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