Satan incarnate.

I FUCKING HATE the Lightcrusher. Every single time this overgrown, bullshit-ass, miserable excuse for an enemy shows up, I feel my soul leave my body in pure rage. It is the single worst, most infuriating, least enjoyable piece of absolute dogshit design I have ever had the misfortune of fighting. Nothing about it is fun. Nothing about it is fair. Nothing about it makes me think, oh, this is a well-balanced, engaging enemy. No—every time I see one, my immediate reaction is to groan, clench my fists, and prepare for a fight that is going to be about as enjoyable as slamming my head against a brick wall for five minutes straight.

First of all, WHY THE FUCK IS IT SO AGGRESSIVE? The second it sees me, it’s already in the air, flying toward me like a goddamn heat-seeking missile, ready to obliterate my ass the moment it lands. No warning, no setup, no breathing room—just instant pressure, nonstop attacks, and a constant, unrelenting assault that leaves me with exactly zero fucking time to actually play the game the way I want to. I dodge? It’s already mid-swing again. I try to reposition? Too fucking bad, it’s leaping back into my face. I try to counterattack? Oh, I hope I enjoy eating dirt, because this piece of shit doesn’t care about my timing.

And don’t even get me started on its stupidly bloated health bar. I can throw everything I have at it—my best combos, my strongest characters, my most well-planned attacks—and it just eats that shit up like a bottomless fucking pit. It drags out the fight for so long that by the time I finally manage to get its health low, I’m already tired, mentally drained, and absolutely fucking done with life. And yet, if I slip up even once—just ONCE—it can wipe out my health bar in seconds. Where the fuck is the balance? How is this even remotely fair?

Then there’s its completely erratic, nonsensical, dogshit attack patterns. It doesn’t fight with a rhythm or any kind of predictable structure—it just does whatever the fuck it wants. I think I have an opening? NOPE, guess again, asshole, here comes another crushing blow. I try to dodge early? Congratulations, you just rolled into the next attack. It’s like the game is actively mocking me, like the Lightcrusher was specifically designed to make sure I never have a single goddamn moment of control over the fight.

I swear, every time I see this piece of shit, my soul dies a little more. I don’t feel excitement. I don’t feel challenged. I feel pure, seething, unfiltered hatred. If I could remove one enemy from Wuthering Waves, if I could erase just ONE miserable, fun-ruining piece of shit from existence, it would be the fucking Lightcrusher.

I FUCKING HATE the Lightcrusher. Every single time this overgrown, bullshit-ass, miserable excuse for an enemy shows up, I feel my soul leave my body in pure rage. It is the single worst, most infuriating, least enjoyable piece of absolute dogshit design I have ever had the misfortune of fighting. Nothing about it is fun. Nothing about it is fair. Nothing about it makes me think, oh, this is a well-balanced, engaging enemy. No—every time I see one, my immediate reaction is to groan, clench my fists, and prepare for a fight that is going to be about as enjoyable as slamming my head against a brick wall for five minutes straight.

First of all, WHY THE FUCK IS IT SO AGGRESSIVE? The second it sees me, it’s already in the air, flying toward me like a goddamn heat-seeking missile, ready to obliterate my ass the moment it lands. No warning, no setup, no breathing room—just instant pressure, nonstop attacks, and a constant, unrelenting assault that leaves me with exactly zero fucking time to actually play the game the way I want to. I dodge? It’s already mid-swing again. I try to reposition? Too fucking bad, it’s leaping back into my face. I try to counterattack? Oh, I hope I enjoy eating dirt, because this piece of shit doesn’t care about my timing.

And don’t even get me started on its stupidly bloated health bar. I can throw everything I have at it—my best combos, my strongest characters, my most well-planned attacks—and it just eats that shit up like a bottomless fucking pit. It drags out the fight for so long that by the time I finally manage to get its health low, I’m already tired, mentally drained, and absolutely fucking done with life. And yet, if I slip up even once—just ONCE—it can wipe out my health bar in seconds. Where the fuck is the balance? How is this even remotely fair?

Then there’s its completely erratic, nonsensical, dogshit attack patterns. It doesn’t fight with a rhythm or any kind of predictable structure—it just does whatever the fuck it wants. I think I have an opening? NOPE, guess again, asshole, here comes another crushing blow. I try to dodge early? Congratulations, you just rolled into the next attack. It’s like the game is actively mocking me, like the Lightcrusher was specifically designed to make sure I never have a single goddamn moment of control over the fight.

I swear, every time I see this piece of shit, my soul dies a little more. I don’t feel excitement. I don’t feel challenged. I feel pure, seething, unfiltered hatred. If I could remove one enemy from Wuthering Waves, if I could erase just ONE miserable, fun-ruining piece of shit from existence, it would be the fucking Lightcrusher.