Tundra's Will

The explosion reverberated throughout the Dreadmaw's body, blasting away chunks of its flesh. For the first time, the monstrous zombie let out a pained screech.

However, it wasn't enough to kill the Zombie. It did not fall and glared angrily at their group…

"Tsk… Even after ten bombs, it's still standing." Tundra muttered in frustration.

"Damn it! This thing is built different!" Atlas cursed, leaping back as one of Dreadmaw's massive fists cratered the ground where he stood.

Bam!

Tundra frowned, as he felt the toll of his talent. His Spirit Points were draining fast. Those 10 bombs contained about 1,000 Spirit Points already…

"I have to recover my Spirit Points." Tundra reminded everyone as he took out a set of Mid-Grade Spirit Sontes to recover quickly

"How many bombs do you think it'll take to take this down?" Alaric asked as he sliced at Dreadmaw's side, only to be deflected by its tough skin.