"What!?"
Demorian's eyes widened to their absolute limit. Seconds… it had only been seconds… yet there was no doubt, that was the same art.
Such a comprehension speed…
Gulp!
But while Demorian was still reeling in shock, Zephyrion calmly assessed his new form.
He now fully understood how the art worked. Just as the name implied, it was akin to slipping past the world itself.
The rune art, in simple terms, coated his body in a smooth, flowing layer that perfectly diverted everything.
Even now, Zephyrion could feel no force acting on him. His body simply… slid through it all.
Zephyrion clenched his fists, his gaze turning cold.
'Good.'
The next instant, he withdrew his will from the dome. The dome deformed at once, compressing and reshaping into a blade that snapped cleanly into his grip.
Dune was upon him instantly, his blade cleaving through the air toward his neck. The moment his gaze fell on the flowing silver armor around Zephyrion, his eyes tore wide.
"…what?"
