The afterglow of the explosion hung in the air, and the wind whipped past the truck. Muzazi looked up at the aurora he’d created, cold misty breath flowing from his mouth.
Had he done it?
No.
As the smoke from the explosion of Radiant Almighty finally swept through, Muzazi heard a loud and unmistakable thump strike the tal surface of the carriage. Even before the smoke cleared, he readied his Radiant, prepared to counter any unseen attack that might co. For the mont, however, that attack did not.
Instead, the smoke just cleared, revealing the figure of Nael Manron. Standing there, unhard. The only sign that he’d even been hit by the Almighty was so dishevelnt of his clothing, and even that just looked fashionable.
The frantic movent of the last few minutes ca to an end, and once again the two just stared each other down.
"That’s quite the move," Nael comnted, the strings of his Shamichoro tasting the air once more. "No wonder it put King in checkmate."
"And yet you’re just fine, aren’t you?" Muzazi replied, pointing his Radiant at his foe. "What’s your secret?"
Nael smiled thinly. "Discretion."
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