"Stop."
Zephyrion felt his blood seize. His body came to an abrupt halt, suspended midair by an unseen force.
Before him, the Reaver's crimson eyes widened as they locked onto him.
"…what the hell are you?"
"Increase weight."
The air around Zephyrion trembled as a crushing force dragged him downward.
"…what?"
The sudden surge in weight snapped the Reaver's control. The moment Zephyrion's feet touched the ground, he shot back, creating distance.
With a narrowed gaze, he studied the Reaver, his thoughts moving rapidly.
His reaction speed, his control over blood…
'He's mark six.'
Authority. Which meant he could impose control over the blood around him. His blood.
'Hmm…'
This situation was entirely different from Noss and the Sarakel he had fought in Mount Ferravyr. Even with the darkness and his speed, it was impossible to sneak up on a Blood Ascendant.
'…I have to end this quickly.'
