With every exchange, Orros grew more confused. Yet he didn't get a chance to voice the doubts clawing at him.
As Ulric was upon him once more. Even worse, he couldn't track his movements as he vanished and reappeared.
With each time he flared, a resounding clash echoed as punch after punch landed on his body, leaving him battered under the youth's relentless assault.
At the side, Greyson's eyes narrowed for a moment before his voice echoed out slowly as realization dawned on him.
"He's moving through the shadows," he muttered, his high perception allowing him to pierce through it easily.
Even in his dire state, he couldn't help but rub his face, a thoughtful expression etching across it.
For an S-rank talent, the wide variety of abilities he had displayed within the Wolf Den dungeon made it worthy of its rank.
But this… this was something else entirely. He had read tales of mages who could bend space, allowing them to instantly clear distance.
