221 SHUUUU!
Sylas sensed the change before it ca. It was a sort of intuition, but his mind remained focused. This world was entirely too unpredictable for him to relax. Stats were only one part of the equation.
There were still Skills, Comprehensions, Gene Talents, and even treasures to take account of. This man had only just casually used a Skill just now, or what felt like a Skill-adjacent, and yet he had been forced to use one of his trump cards to counter it. If he got serious, Sylas might truly be finished.
Even so, he only beca more calm as the runes continued to flutter and flare out around him. Sylas realized that this person likely had an ability not much different from his own Enchanted Scholar. Not only could this help him see through what he might do in advance, but it might also help him out in the future.
Focused and unperturbed, Sylas watched as Azrael's blade began to glow with a fierce light and the air shuddered. The blade seed to multiply, illusory ghost forms of it separating from the main body and forming clones. When the man walked forward, the sword had already ford over a dozen shadows, each one looming with nace. Suddenly, they rushed toward Sylas so quickly that it seed like he couldn't react.
The man moved at the sa ti, thrusting out. The sword was overlaid with a spiraling darkness that made it look more lance than sword. Everything ca crashing down at once, and it was impossible for Sylas to react to them all. He would either be skewered by the illusory swords or impaled by the lance-sword.
His green irises flashed as the Aether around him continued to accumulate. However, Azrael's pupils couldn't help but constrict when it seed that Sylas wasn't going to make any attempt to dodge at all. Instead, it looked as though he was rushing toward the attacks like a moth to a fla, without a care for his life or pain at all.
He took a hard step to the side, sweeping into the illusory blades, but it was clear that there was a hint of shock in Azrael's eyes nonetheless, and it was soon proven why. The illusory blades went right through Sylas' body as though they weren't there at all, and he sidestepped out of the way of the coming lance.
From the very beginning, he had already seen through the fact that there was nothing to worry about. The swords were nothing more than illusions in an attempt to get him to overextend himself or trade injury for survival.
Unfortunately for Azrael, Sylas had already seen through it the mont the runes took shape.
BANG!
The lance tore into the tree that had been right behind Sylas, and Azrael felt that his wrist was shaken, and he couldn't help but be taken aback. What? The power of his strike should have been far more than this, so why did it feel like he had lost so edge?
Azrael had no idea that when Sylas activated
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