With a single slash of his blade, Quillon sliced through a half dozen Hell Centipedes.
Their molten armor that could easily hold up to the strikes of renowned fighters across the world, offered as much resistance as wet paper against Quillon's strikes.
His prodigious skill with the sword and the more than thirty levels he had on even the strongest of the monsters, allowed him to utterly thrash the creatures that could each overrun a large town on their own.
'I've really come a long way. When I first got here, those things would have been unbelievably terrifying. All I could have done was stay intangible and run away. Now, they only constitute an annoyance.' Marcus thought, ruminating on how his perception of the world had changed as he obtained more power.
What had once been challenges and threats, were now trivial matters.
Yet as the swarm of Hell Centipedes continued to grow in numbers and strength, something in the back of his mind was sounding alarm bells.
