Richard was confused, and frankly even scared, because he could swear he felt Erik's voice in his head.
It was weird for Richard to talk to Erik this way, but regardless, he had to do it.
[LEVEL UP.]
Erik kept killing during the entire conversation.
Thought-conversations were much faster than normal ones. This whole discussion was happening in a couple of seconds.
Erik kept dashing around, but the fight was becoming harder since Volkov was figuring out how to counter the mist and Erik's invisibility.
Richard was seriously thinking Erik was crazy, especially because the illusions within the base were still keeping the blackguards inside away from here. Those thoughts, of course, went to him.
Erik then sidestepped a spear thrust, then kicked the weapon from the guard's hand. A tendril whipped toward his face, and he leaned back, feeling the rush of air as it missed him.
Erik's heart pounded as he evaded another lightning strike, then spun to avoid a pair of blackguards who tried to flank him.
He kicked one in the chest, sending him crashing into his comrades.
"GET HIIIIM!"
Erik turned to look at Richard. He was having too much trouble getting out.
"Shit!" Erik channeled mana again and increased the amount of mist inside the courtyard. Visibility was almost zero at that point.
He heard a frustrated roar from Volkov as another lightning strike was absorbed by an ice
pillar the man didn't see.
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