The mana density inside the room skyrocketed within a few seconds.
When the Vice Leader lunged towards Hide, the velocity of his movement created rush of air that made a lot of the bottes behind him shatter and spill the liquid.
The condensed blade of pressurized purple mana extending from his right forearm hissed. To an average observer, it was a flawless, instantaneous decapitation strike—a high-tier execution executed with the single-minded cruelty of an experienced killer.
Hide did not move or pivot under the swing, nor did he activate any of skills or call upon any object.
He stood exactly where he was, his hands loosely shoved into his jacket pockets, watching the incoming purple arc with cold, terrifying detachment.
Instead he anticipated where the blade would hit and asked the slime to create an opening.
SHHHHK.
The glowing mana blade bit deep into the left side of Hide's shoulder, carving an angled, ragged furrow through fabric, flesh, and muscle tissue.
