70 Immortal Gorgon: Euryale (1/2)

”You read any Greek myths, puppy? The one about the gorgon Medusa, particularly? I used to wonder what could be so terrible that you couldn't survive even looking at it. Until I got a little older and I figured out the obvious answer. Everything.”

-Mike Carey & Peter Gross

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”PARADIGM SHIFT! IMMORTAL GORGON, EURYALE!”

With the giant gorgon's grotesque appearance, which I prior apprehended to be this big guy's hidden biologic arsenal, everyone including me marveled at its appearing statues... This certainly is not a time for a classical music 'auto-play' reference... but rather, for a modern dubstep, 'Infected mushroom' by Guitarmass...and it's not to my liking. Don't get me wrong.

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Name: Euryale

LVL: 900

Type: Sylaphe

HP: 1,000,000

MP: 100,000

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Type Sylaphe... So that explains why I can't take control when I first felt it creeping underground

”LEVEL 900? How is taming something like this even possible?”

”So, this is the hero's power, his Paradigm Shift. How magnificent!!!”

The assassins in pursuit, stand numb as they beheld the bestial interface showing the monster's stats with words that can't help but express their avid admiration for its summoner and for the summoned.

What's a level 900 capable of doing anyway? We fought Gnome monsters earlier on a level scale of 20-95, but all of them did not spell the slightest of challenges...Well, guess I'll find out as there's no use standing around while looking at that myriad of numbers. Shall I test it then?

I then tried to hack its skin with controlled ink-made javelins in its abdomen, firing it like ranged cascades of arrows from my back without even lifting a finger, inflicting the first set of damage.

And without any difficulty, the fired ink-based weapons pierced through like it was cake... but, it's HP is dully affected. It did get down to a 998,132, but like having barrels of holy healing potions, it suddenly zoomed to its original numbers and the wounds completely healed not even leaving the tiniest of scars... and as designated by the Ethereal Paradigm, the stats then disappeared from our sights, leaving me with nothing but a little clue of what it really is capable of.

Hmmm and here I am laughing my entire sarcasm off earlier, I can now see why they dubbed this as an 'Immortal' monstrosity. While I clearly am not a connoisseur, I think it's something not meant to be killed... but tamed. Just like how this old man did by whatever tricks he could have used.

”GUUUUUAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” The chained, still trying to get off from the bind began to shout as his muscles tensed up more and more, breaking his worn armor to pieces and as well as the chainmail he is wearing underneath, making the ground shake to a considerable degree, but still not enough to deem the invisible shackles as 'impotent'... and as though the Gorgon and he, are one, it starts to violently move around uncontrollably as it seems to also have felt the physical torture that his summoner's is going through.

It's no use. The more you struggle, the more you will suffer. If only your brain had that kind of finesse to realize...

”Phew! Inviting the Gorgon to the little party while we're around... What a retarded hero.” The priest started talking, but still with a calm demeanor...

”Monsieur, I've been meaning to ask amidst all of this farce... why can you be that confident? Is your trust in this man right here that great? Or is it that you won't care if he's killed right now.” I can't help but ask. His confident face had been boggling me.

”It's both, with one addendum reason...”, he answered.

”And what might that reason be...”

”Elementary ethos...What can fear contribute to this kind of predicament? Feeling such trivial matters in a battlefield would only be fatal ...It's unfortunate though, that these lowly assassins don't have the same mindset.” He answered seeing the lackeys in fear, showcasing the very opposite of his unfazed expression. That's one hell of a relatable answer though...

”Assassins, run towards the end of the forest if you want to live! ” The priest, while supervising Shiro in some sort of a barrier, then instructed the agitated remaining party members who are prior set on killing me, and like undignified dogs deprived of free will, they followed the priest's words running like cowards away from Euryale and me who has taken their master hostage still struggling to break free.