Asher stared at Debro from the water body he stood on, a river, his mind churning on how Debro had been moving and countering him all this while, every motion of the man replaying within his thoughts with analytical intensity.
Asher couldn't help but sigh mentally, a quiet acknowledgment of the overwhelming difficulty before him. Debro seemed like a perfect counter, this man's control over Friction Manipulation was so refined and absolute that it had touched space itself, bending even intangible aspects of reality to his will.
