Lorien took a breath and exhaled slowly.
Looking at Sylas now, she realized that if she wanted to win this, it seemed that she would have to show much more of her abilities. If not… it would all be lost.
Her aura changed, and the obscuring lights around her faded somewhat. From a seductive woman ready to open her legs to the highest bidder, she became eerily calm, calculating, sharp.
And yet, there was a calming effect to her gaze. On the one hand, it seemed there only to lull one into a false sense of security. But on the other, it was like she was a loving wife, a silent head of the household who might have stood to her husband's back, but would likewise decide all the most important matters.
All of these thoughts flashed in Sylas' head one after another before Lorien's mist coated her body.
Laws pooled in from the surroundings, spontaneously forming Runes.
This wasn't something that a mere Flesh Master should be capable of. This was certainly a level beyond Rune Soul, but it was also clear that this wasn't Lorien's true Rune Mastery level. Instead, it was because of this pink mist that she was capable of displaying might of a Rune Master far beyond her level.
And then she moved.
Her arm sharpened into a scythe of pink mist, slashing out at Sylas. Runes bloomed along its edge, shimmering, reflective lights akin to rays bouncing from the surface of metal echoed across it.
The danger signs in Sylas' mind rose to another level and the situation changed once more.
Most had believed it was over the moment Sylas brought out a Rune Armor. But none could have possibly expected that Lorien was capable of such a thing.
Sylas took a step back, barely dodging, but it was too clumsy.
He was used to having perfect control of his body. For every step of his journey along the way, he had . But right now, his body wasn't here, it was just his mind.
And it made Sylas realize not only just how much of a crutch had always been for him, but it also made him painfully aware of his weaknesses.
His mind was powerful, but just how well could he control it?
He felt like a wobbling toddler compared to his true self.
Of course, that was nothing more than comparison being the robbery of all joy. To the people in the outside world, Sylas' dodge was crisp and well-timed. Only he felt just how much wasted movement there was, and just how much of a drain it was if he were to continue like this.
'This is what is lacking…'
Sylas' eyes began to glow, and for a moment, a solid Will connection formed between his avatar and his real body.
The space between himself and Lorien's avatar shook as lines of pressure took shape.
Lorien's avatar faltered and her heart did flips inside of her chest.
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