Theron seemed unbothered. He relentlessly attacked, one fierce combo after another.
Mason was ultimately a Dark Mancer, and it showed. He was excellent at controlling his shields and moving them into position. But his spear was mediocre, and Theron, despite being slower and weaker, was running absolute circles around him.
Every savage attack fell on air or the feeling of the softest cotton. Theron bobbed and weaved, using Mason as though he was target practice.
In the past, Theron struggled against Silver Mancers because of their absolute control over ambient Mana, but now he was on another level entirely. Before him, even a Quasi Gold Mancer couldn't pull on Mana as they pleased…
Especially not in the rain.
Chi. Crack. BANG!
Theron's short sword shattered.
He pivoted out of the way of a spear, its tip crossing along the length of his chest but hitting nothing but air once again.
