Chapter 33: Against the Circle
And sure enough, the moment the Lantaw was killed in the distance, the assault began.
[Glimmercuts]
From the tip of Kardel’s glowing staff, six hiltless flying blades emerged—silent, deadly, and inscribed with ancient glowing runes. Each blade shimmered unnaturally, pulsing with mana like living extensions of the caster’s will.
These weren’t ordinary projectiles. They were arcane predators.
Controlled remotely, the blades responded instantly as Kardel waved a single hand. They shot forward—sharp, coordinated, and blindingly fast—their movements erratic but intelligent, capable of tight turns, elevation shifts, and real-time pursuit.
They whirred toward Auren and Jairah like a pack of spectral falcons unleashed.
Auren reacted on instinct. His eyes glowed, and his Divine Rapier shimmered with his own golden mana aura.
[TIGER FOCUS]
His perception narrowed. His long-range awareness compressed into a hyper-focused cone, enhancing his reflexes and clarity to their maximum. Sounds sharpened. Mana signatures blazed like stars in his vision.
The world slowed down just enough for survival.
"Kyaaa!" Jairah shrieked as the six spinning death-blades closed in. Panic at the face of death has slowly taken over her.