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"I have to build a fortress... a fortress born from my soul..."
Norman murmured these strange words while remaining completely still. The Hollows surrounding him grew more and more confused as their sharp claws struck his body again and again, only to snap apart uselessly on impact.
CRACK!
"?!"
CRACK!
"!!!"
CRACK!
"?!"
Over and over, every attempt to harm him proved completely futile. Their attacks bounced off his frame as if they were striking solid stone.
"A fortress..."
Once he finished his quiet meditation, Norman finally raised his head and faced the monsters directly. His aura surged outward in a steady wave as he realized that the wish he had been forming deep inside was already complete.
"I am already a fortress. With this big body... I will protect them. I will not run away anymore!"
