There, Galthor had done what he could. Just because he was reborn into a new world doesn't mean he would automatically gain the experiences he never had.
He was as average as any man could be. Worse, he was bedridden as well. Maybe if his life was not held down by illness, he could have lived the most average life and died the most average death.
But as it stands, he was now a god, and things not known could be learned with time.
Either way, the battlefield had changed. With the others holding the creature's attention and the trees slowing it down and keeping it from throwing its weight around, they were able to focus on devastating attacks.
Karathra's body began to glow as she took her time to charge her next attack. All her essence seemed to flow into her axe, and the weapon glowed like molten metal, making the air around her smother.
She gritted her teeth and began to swing her sword in a complicated manner of a technique.
