Dungeon Defense - Chapter 397: The Dripping Night (6)

... could.

I picked up a nearby chair and swung it against the ground several times.

I didn’t have any sort of goal. I was just carrying out the repetitive motion of swinging something. The chair was sturdy since it was made of high-quality wood. It seemed like it could withstand hundreds of hits without breaking. But contrary to my expectations, the chair couldn’t endure even twenty strikes before it snapped.

All things can be broken with ease.

I reached my hand out ...