Chapter 83: Yuria Repays a Favor (8)
Objectively speaking, Akashmir was by no means an easy opponent.
Her race was a subset of elves specialized in magic, specifically offensive magic designed to kill—Dark Elves.
On top of that, she was a once-in-a-millennium prodigy, her abilities ranking her among the best even among elite magicians.
The most terrifying aspect of Akashmir’s red lightning was its speed.
Even ordinary lightning already surpassed the speed of sound. Her crimson lightning was twice as fast, piercing through obstacles with ease.
In battles between magicians, where reaching the opponent first often determined the victor, her red lightning was a nightmare—impossible to counter, even if you knew it was coming.
This was how she had earned her position as one of the Seven Abyssal Extremes of the Multispecies Liberation Army, despite being relatively young for an elf.
“Well, no matter how fast it is... if it can’t break through my defenses, it doesn’t mean much.”
Despite its overwhelming speed, her crimson lightning was no threat to me now.
If I couldn’t react in time, the answer was simple—don’t play her speed game in the first place.
Telekinesis was a raw force capable of exerting physical influence on the world.
By encasing Greg and myself in a thick, spherical barrier of telekinetic energy, her attacks would merely chip away at the surface.