The pure strength of a Seeker of Glory burst forth from Jiru's body. His muscles did not swell like those of the Duke of Conquest; instead, they shrank further, clinging tightly to his bones, making him appear much thinner and frail. Yet, there was not a trace of death upon Jiru; rather, he resembled a flame gradually igniting, releasing an even stronger power.
"This is quite a battlefield, the abundance of Ether allows both of us to fight with all our might."
While Jiru was speaking, the intricate Alchemy Matrix spread across his body, and clenching his fists, he vanished from where he stood in an instant.
The howling gale rolled between them. Nesanel saw a rapidly approaching shadow, his speed faster than the Power of the Extreme Realm. Almost instantaneously, he was already in front of Nesanel.
A heavy fist infused with Ether swiftly swung down, Nesanel raised his elbow to block, flesh clashing against flesh, producing a thunderous explosion.
