Israeal was almost akin to a slumbering beast. When he stood there, unmoving, it felt like nothing could make him change his pace of living. He liked the quiet cold; he liked his stoicism.
But when he attacked, he seemed to have changed entirely. Sharp, fast, bloodthirsty.
His expression was much the same, but the echoing crimson of the scimitars that suddenly appeared in his palms, or the flash of ruby that formed as his third eye opened, all underlined a sinister air that hadn't been there just moments before.
A devilish man in the truest sense, hiding behind a façade of calm before erupting like a volcano.
With a step, he seemed to have already crossed the distance between himself and Jala.
The others reacted as though prepared to do battle at any moment, but when they realized they weren't the ones being attacked, they sent quick glances toward one another to confirm there wouldn't be any other sudden assaults before relaxing just the slightest bit.
BANG!
Israeal's scimitars crossed, bashing against Jala's staff and sending him sliding back, the feet of the latter's white knight armor leaving deep trenches in the moon's otherwise tough surface.
There was hardly a pause. With another tap of his feet, Israeal launched a whirlwind-like assault, but by the third, Zoryx's eyes couldn't help but narrow.
He didn't know who this human was, but how had he survived to this extent? There were no humans like this that could display such strength—not in this galaxy. And even beyond it, into the Sector, Zoryx wasn't sure if there were any.
There were powerful humans in the universe, but each of them seemed to have undergone mutations of some sort. The Venom Clan, for example, were technically humans. But they had mutated so much that it was hard to say that anymore with any sort of assurance.
But this…
Jala's expression didn't change either. He had no idea who Israeal was, actually, but it also didn't matter. He had come here with a singular purpose in mind:
To come out on top.
He had been places in these last few weeks that others couldn't fathom. Taking advantage of the unique Hidden Quest and the improvements he had made, he felt… were second to none.
Although his personal strength wasn't yet great enough to take on a genius of the outside world like this…
It was a good thing he had his Treasures to make up for the gap.
There was a sudden pulse of light in Jala's eyes and all of a sudden, a shockwave was sent out.
BANG!
Israeal was almost blown off his feet as the accumulated strength of his previous strikes nearly sent him flying. However, to his credit, he managed to stay on his feet, his gaze flickering.
Legendary Treasure. He was sure of it.
He had only just finished the thought when Jala swung down from above, his staff pulsing with might that gathered large amounts of Aether from the Dungeon. It was such a large, sweeping total that the portal flickered as though it might collapse at any moment.
Dodge.
Israeal threw himself to the side as the staff slammed into the ground, a deep trench running ahead.
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