The man appeared next to him, his face aged. "You killed Zoldyk? Why?"
Seraph didn't answer. He merely stood before the man, staring at him through the mask.
The man did the same, silently staring at Seraph's mask.
'Trying to stall me? Sigh,' Seraph thought as he rolled his shoulders.
Then, he took out the crimson spear from his storage ring, pointing it at the man.
The man smiled, then struck forward with his palm. "Flattening Pattern!"
A palm-like construct made entirely of flames shot towards Seraph at incredible speed. Eyes narrowed, Seraph raised his other hand and flicked his fingers.
A water tornado shot from his arm at an incredible pace, crashing into the palm of flames.
The two attacks canceled out each other, producing steam. Seraph immediately used the steam to his advantage, slipping into the man's blindspots and throwing attacks from there.
The man was being hit, and at some point, he decided to only focus on protecting himself.
