Chapter 102 : The Power of Speed
Mordred turned to Kael, his face marked by relentless gravity. He placed a firm hand on the massive warrior’s shoulder, who trembled despite his imposing stature.
- "Kael, stay back," he ordered in a low but authoritative voice that brooked no argument. "You won’t be able to do anything here. R’daz’s Vhulks are beyond your current capabilities. Preserve your life, for we can no longer guarantee your protection from now on."
Kael parted his lips, ready to protest, but the piercing gazes of Mordred and the old man made him recoil instantly. A glimmer of understanding crossed his face as he nodded resignedly. He slowly withdrew, his weapon still raised instinctively, knuckles whitened by the tension of his grip.
Mordred took a deep breath, half-closing his eyelids. When he reopened them, his orange pupils glowed with an almost supernatural intensity, like embers in the dark. The air around him began to change, the temperature dropping sharply. A shimmering frost, sparkling like suspended diamond dust, swirled around his body, creating an ethereal veil that undulated with his breath.
In a fluid and controlled motion, his mana wings burst from his back in a majestic deployment. Translucent and luminous, they pulsed with pure energy that radiated in concentric waves, casting iridescent reflections on the surrounding walls.
The old man, observing the metamorphosis, gave a slight admiring smile. He stepped back deliberately, granting Mordred the space needed to fully unleash his power. His wrinkled yet sharp eyes missed none of the spectacle, analyzing every detail with the acuity of a master evaluating his student.
Mordred slightly bent his knees, his muscles tensing like compressed springs. The next moment, he leaped forward in an explosion of power, leaving a chilling shockwave in his wake.
- "[Glacial Affinity]," he murmured, the syllables pronounced with ritual precision.Awaken Realms
The air cracked instantly before him, ice particles condensing at an astonishing speed. A crystalline ramp, of a nearly luminescent polar blue, materialized beneath his feet. The solid yet ephemeral structure propelled Mordred into the air with perfect fluidity, as if gravity were merely an abstract concept he could ignore at will.
He now glided on these icy constructions, surfing on frozen waves he created as he progressed. His wings beat in perfect synchronization with his movements, each beat calculated to the millimeter. They not only served to stabilize him but also amplified his already dizzying speed, tracing behind him a luminescent trail that gradually faded in the air.
R’daz’s Vhulks, these monstrosities from another world, stirred frantically in the face of this unpredictable adversary. Their spongy and misshapen bodies contracted in a collective movement, as if responding to a silent signal. A rain of deadly tentacles then shot out in all directions, slicing through the air with a sinister hiss.