The Ninefold Samsara Firefox Skill had been his trump card for a long time now. It was the technique he relied on when things got desperate, the edge that allowed him to stand against enemies far stronger than himself. Yet it had always carried a limitation that held him back from unleashing its full potential.
Volume.
The skill was a technique that created several compressed white flames shaped like eyes. Each one carried a portion of his consciousness, allowing them to track and hunt their target no matter how far they ran. It was precise, deadly, and relentless, but it was limited.
There was a cap.
Every time he fought against enemies like Duke Haborym, he was forced to improvise. He had to release all the stored compressed flames at once and manually manipulate them just to match the overwhelming volume of attacks thrown at him. It strained him, slowed him down, and left openings he could not afford.
That limitation was gone now.
