If I had to move from point A to point B by walking fifty meters, and I used a skill that shortened that distance or completely erased the distance between the two points, then this prison was basically telling me, No. Follow the rules.
I frowned.
Then what about offensive magic?
If it could prevent me from manipulating space, perhaps that was all it was capable of controlling. There was only one way to find out.
I drew my blade and swung it toward the wall, releasing a rift slash that tore through the air and shot toward the transparent barrier.
The slash struck.
A sharp impact echoed through the strange space.
But nothing happened.
There wasn't even a visible crack.
The bluish lines flowing through the wall continued moving as though my attack had never touched it.
I narrowed my eyes. To think Rift Slash could be rendered so unimpressive.
"Fine. What about other offensive skills?"
I raised my hand and began testing them one after another.
[Flame Orb].
