Ten Thousand Poison

Dilan was directly under the limp fat mass of Fatty Boba's expanded arm while focusing on the mass of mana that had accumulated high in the air.

A corner of his lips curled up slowly and he could already visualize the horror that would unfold at any minute.

The mana mass within the cloud was slowly being altered. Dilan didn't allow anyone or anything to disrupt his rattling mind and the fully focused state he had entered.

He didn't even realize when the Lesser God retracted his fat mass of an extended arm and when he moved forward to pick up Dilan.

The young Ascender was lying on the ground, his sky-blue eyes staring high into the sky while he grinned from ear to ear.

"Have you finally turned insane? It was about time that the mana backlash hit you, you fucking monster!" The Troll thundered out loud while moving his mass of fat forward as if he was actually a worm rather than a mighty Troll.