Chapter 35: Forward
Theron didn't look back.
Those beneath Silver Mancy didn't have Third Eye. The only way for a Mancer of the Bronze Resonance level to pay such close attention to him while stuck in another battle was through means other than a spiritual sixth sense.
That meant only one of three ways. Either physically keeping an eye on him by gazing from time to time, a sensory technique similar to the domain of mist Theron had used before, or some sort of odd Bloodline method.
Theron was able to quickly deduce that it was the second. But Bronze Sensory techniques all had flaws, especially ones designed for Flux and Elemental Mancers.
It was either the Metal Mancer tethered him with a line of Mana or he was relying on another sense. In Theron's estimation, the odds that that other sense was scent were especially high.
When he reached that conclusion and smelled the fragrance of the female assassin, the plan formed in his head in an instant.
He dashed right by the Metal Mancer without a word, and the latter didn't even glance at him as though he wasn't recognized.
Enhancing senses like smell was definitely a Flux Mancy technique. An Elemental Mancer couldn't possibly have progressed it to a high enough barrier to see through Theron's little trick. The end result bore that out.
Waves of enemies were still ahead of Theron, but there were none like the Metal Mancer. A casual casting of [Touch of Mirage] pulled the wool over their eyes. In the chaos, most didn't even detect the fluctuations in the air.