With the buff still ticking down, the crimson lance gloriously appeared, heat shimmering in waves and warping the air around it. The ruined ground at his feet cracked with spiderweb fissures.
His shadow clone mirrored the motion beside him, mimicking the charge. Two Damons, two lances, one target.
Up on the chapel's crumbling steeple, Aurex didn't flinch. His bow gleamed silver, divine etchings along its limbs flaring brighter as he recognized the threat. He didn't knock an arrow this time or try to dodge the attack. Instead, he activated another skill calmly.
Damon's eye twitched. Wasn't this guy underestimating him a bit too much? Fine. "Taste my lance." He threw the spear with everything he had.
At the same time, a radiant ring bloomed around him in a thirty-meter radius, forming a silver circle on the rooftop with glowing geometric lines.
[Sanctum of the Eye]
