chapter 66- Rage of resonance

I never felt such resonance with a card before. I was becoming one with it. I was awakening.

With a shout of pure rage, flames burst from my throat, burning the threads burning me. But more kept coming. It seems like the huntsman didn't just want to save me for dinner, but to get rid of a danger in its home straight away.

The threads no longer tried to bind me, but cut into my armor and into my flesh. Even with the pain of a thousand knives cutting through my flesh, I still walked forward toward the figure of the huntsman, shocked at my reliance.

It then used two hands, no longer one, and doubled the threads. The other half trying to slice me in a thousand hits and the other half of the threads binding me. The threads were lanced with its poison, its venom. But my body was resisting as well as my mind.

"You cannot cut me, you cannot break me, for I am whole. I am Thomas the jet engine," I shouted. My feet started producing flames underneath, with a burst of speed I shot out like a jet, ignoring the pain.

I roared, as i casted shot a beam of flame towards the ceiling, the Hutmans fell down, at ground level, unexpected by what just happen.

I kneed the stomach of the huntsman. It could no longer cut my body, could no longer poison my mind. My body not only healed itself, but my immune system was working overtime, adapting, strengthening my cells, my flesh, tempering over parts of my body like a forced evolution to handle the environment. My body naturally did the same.

A big reason my healing abilities did not work before was my mindset, as well as me thinking it was a manual or active type of skill, yet it was quite the opposite. It was more passive, my body auto healed itself without thinking, but that was the problem before. I was thinking, clogging my mind with unnecessary thoughts, not clearing my mind. I am now free from those shackles. Speaking of shackles.

I crashed into a boulder and wrestled the beast. In the middle of our scuffle, I moved to its back, created chains and shackled and bound it. I wrapped a chain around its neck, as I used my legs to push on its back, then I pulled hard, pulled really hard.

I was planning on choking it, but it seems it had the same idea as I did, as webs from its webs shot behind it, wrapping around my neck. I was putting too much energy into the chain, not breaking that I could burn the webs. Right now, we were in a stalemate.

It seems like the first one to give in is the first one to lose. My energy of mystic units was draining. I might lose on this one. My vision was blurring, I was fading out.

My grip loosened, and it took the chance to swap the battlefield. Now, I was being choked on the ground. It was hurting. I had allowed my arrogance and pride to think I had a chance. I can heal wounds fine, but blacking out was a big no-no for me. It seems the huntsman knew that fact and tried it. It slammed its feet into my ribs, which were all broken by now. Such is life.

I was healing slowly. This might be it. My eyes started to water. I couldn't produce any more flames; I was weakening. It was going to happen again, like the first night. Arrogance was going to be my downfall yet again. Not thinking before a battle, reckless as ever, I guess.

I watched the deformed face of the huntsman. At least I made it suffer; I made it feel fear. I just needed James and Max to be alive, to be safe, but I failed them. I really thought I was going to have a big moment. I guess not.

Then the air became thick and heavy. Was it the choking? No, it wasn't. It seemed like the huntsman felt it too—the air leaving our lungs like something was stealing it, taking it away from us. I felt the web strings around my neck loosen and fade as the huntsman stumbled back. What was happening? I was clueless, scared.

Then the huntsman backed off, but before it could, a gash of blood sprayed from its chest.