Erik's eyes swept the sky, vigilantly searching for any hint of the flying Thaid. Each second of his search stretched out like an endless horizon, expansive and unyielding.
Adrenaline flowed through his veins, enhancing his senses to their pinnacle of sharpness. As he thought about the daunting challenge ahead, he could feel a knot forming in the pit of his stomach.
Facing a flying Thaid required great skill and was certainly no small accomplishnt.
The lethal prowess of these beings was well-known and only individuals with exceptional skills, like Becker, could confront them with confidence.
The gap between Erik and Becker was sothing that Erik had always been mindful of.
Physically, they might be on par after Erik made use of the system. He firmly believed in his capabilities, to the extent that he thought he could outperform Becker in that respect.
There was a substantial increase in the disparity between brain crystal powers and mana. Becker possessed an A-ranked brain crystal, a rare and potent power source, an almost inextinguishable mana source.
But it wasn't just any A-ranked brain crystal. With its placent on the higher end of the spectrum, Becker's mana reserves were among the most abundant in the world, placing him among the elite few. He wasn't invincible, but 1v1 he got dangerously close to that.
Becker's brain crystal power was wielded with incredible efficiency, thanks to the mana advantage he possessed, a capability that Erik was unable to rival.
Although his own brain crystal powers were strong, they were not focused on offensive capabilities like Becker's powers. Even in the event that they were, Erik knew well that his mana reserves were not enough to sustain such a demanding level of combat.
This ti, Erik found himself in a predicant that was unlike any he had faced before. The Flying Thaids, much like Becker, were renowned for their ability to manipulate the air.
He was still in the dark about the particular Thaid species he was facing, and this lack of knowledge made it more challenging for him to devise a strategy.
Each species of Flying Thaids exhibited unique attack patterns and vulnerabilities. Knowing which one he was up against could be the key to survival.
In a split second, Erik's complete focus was shattered when two blades of wind, incredibly sharp, cut through the air with suddenness and danger.
Carving through the atmosphere with deadly accuracy, these blades, though unseen, left behind a disrupted air trail as a testant to their lethal nature.
With an impressive display of agility and quick decision-making, Erik swiftly moved away from the spot, narrowly escaping the blades.
The impact of their landing sent shockwaves through the ground, causing a fierce explosion of sand.
The eruption caused a massive cloud of fine grains to billow into the sky, creating a temporary haze that blocked his view.
The swirling airborne particles created a chaotic dance, shimring in the sunlight and creating a blinding haze that engulfed the area, montarily disorienting him amid the unfolding danger.
His reflexes ca to his rescue, saving him from harm. They allowed him to dodge the attack, with his body moving as if it had a mind of its own. The near miss drove ho the reality of what he was up against.
Through the dissipating dust and his squinting eyes, Erik's vision cleared and he could make out the creature that had been shadowing his every move without rest.
A large entity, akin to a hawk of mythic proportions, ruled the skies above. Its wings, vast as the sails of an ancient ship, beat with a force mighty enough to buoy its enormous fra through the air.
Bathed in sunlight, the bird's plumage resembled a masterpiece painted by celestial beings. Its feathers, a brilliant tapestry of blues and whites, shimred as the ocean, kissed by the sun's rays, casting a dazzling, iridescent glow.
The creature's talons and beak, each gleaming with a tallic sheen, were reminiscent of finely crafted weapons, forged in the fires of the gods and honed to deadly perfection.
Yet amidst this fearso display of strength, it was the creature's eyes that captivated Erik the most. They bore a penetrating gaze, intense and imbued with a keen intelligence that belied its primal nature.
These eyes, like twin pools of ancient wisdom, seed to pierce through the very fabric of the mundane, offering a glimpse into a mind as sharp and unyielding as the edges of the world.
As he stood there, recognition slowly dawned on Erik like a light bulb flickering to life. This was a Galewing.
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