Amon vanished. He moved without warning.
He simply disappeared from his position like he had never been there.
Kazriel's eyes snapped to where he had been standing a fraction of a second ago.
His instincts screamed.He spun around. Amon was already in front of him.
The distance between them, which had been dozens of meters, had collapsed in less than a blink. The speed was nothing like before. It was not like Vetaal's movements. Nothing like anything Kazriel had witnessed in this entire fight with Vetaal.
It felt like the young man just teleported bear him.
Kazriel reacted on pure instinct alone. His spear came up fast, purple flames erupting along its entire length, roaring and blazing with destructive heat. The flames screamed like they were alive, hungry, desperate to burn and destroy whatever came near them.
The black sword came down.
BOOM!
The collision was not just a clash of weapons. It was two forces of nature meeting head on.
