Chapter 65: Labyrinth of truth [2]
Kaelen hurled himself sideways just as a cataclysmic wave of golden fire erupted across the arena, its radiance so intense it seemed to split the sky.
The marble floor beneath him groaned and fractured, jagged fissures racing outward as if the very earth recoiled from the inferno’s wrath.
The <Sanctified Wrath> clone moved with terrifying precision, every step calculated, every spell unleashed with the flawless timing of a master who had rehearsed this battle a thousand times.
Its golden eyes burned with cold, unrelenting focus, an unstoppable force honed to perfection.
Kaelen’s lips twisted into a wild, perverted grin as he caught his footing. "Idiot. You dare use healing in front of me?" His voice dripped with mocking amusement, his expression that of a predator savoring the moment before the kill.
Then—he struck.
"<Holy Reversal>!"
A surge of divine energy twisted through the air, warping the clone’s restorative magic into pure, searing backlash.
For a heartbeat, Kaelen stood there, posture relaxed, his smirk victorious. "If you’re me, you should know I’m very smart—"
CRACK.
A fist wreathed in annihilating light slammed into his jaw with the force of a falling star. His vision exploded into white-hot agony as he was sent spinning through the air, the world tilting violently around him.