The next moment, not only did Nerifien's deathly aura and Dideri's Magic Chains miss their mark, but even the previously persistent Shadow Spider Silk, Tracking Arrows, and Fire of Desire scattered aimlessly, having lost their target.
'This is... spatial teleportation? No... that's not right...'
Tula's scarlet pupils contracted, and his brow furrowed. He couldn't sense any fluctuations of Magic.
'Could it be...'
Before the thought could even fully form...
SWOOSH!
An incredibly sharp whoosh tore through the air beside him.
Tula instinctively whipped his head toward the sound.
What met his eyes was a pair of cold, merciless, gilded vertical pupils and a blade, burning with a golden radiance, that was already right in his face.
Before the blade even arrived, the pressure of it tearing through the air made his skin sting with pain.
'What?'
A glimmer of true horror finally flashed in Tula's eyes.
