Max's eyes narrowed.
He understood immediately. Concepts were tied to laws—and the Mourning Depths was made of nothing but infernal energy. Unleashing a Concept here was like lighting a flare in a sea of monsters.
Max shifted slightly, readying his stance.
"You know, we shou—" he began, trying to parley—
But before he could finish the sentence, he vanished in a flash of purple lightning.
"You can't run from me," Lucas growled, eyes gleaming. "Not here. Not in this place."
With a long stride, he surged forward, dragging with him the corrupted fog and a maelstrom of infernal energy, the aura around him acting like a magnet pulling death itself.
Max, now dozens of meters ahead, gritted his teeth.
Through his Three Dimensional Body, he saw Lucas gaining fast.
Too fast.
"Damn it," Max muttered. "He's catching up."
He didn't hesitate.
With a burst of thought, he activated Lightning Shadow Clone.
