Vamel's frame reeled backwards through the wind, his emerald eyes darting around the block in search of his foe.
He clutched onto his saber tightly, his muscles tensed as fear slowly rooted in his heart.
The more he analyzed his situation, the clearer he understood how grim it had become.
Time, space, and now shadows? This wasn't just any genius—this was a monster, an anomaly!
There was no fighting fair, or hoping to overpower such a creature. At this moment, Vamel understood things were now beyond his capabilities to handle.
Completely giving up on trying to claim any genes, his main priority was to survive the 10-minute cooldown of the Mortal Binding talisman.
Recalling how cocky he had been when activating the talisman, he scowled. Not only had he celebrated too early, he had handed his foe a golden opportunity to get rid of him for good.
