Chapter 53: Dragon’s claw!
The Keeper raised his hands. "All I smell is potential in the air... but why are you so weak? Even he is as weak as those lowly monsters." A metal claw pointed at Kaedros.
"Then why are you fighting us if we’re so weak?" Kaedros challenged. His head was still tender, and his body ached from just one blow. Even in his Dragon form he knew he didn’t hold a candle to the moving steel.
"This is not a fight," the Keeper growled. "You would have died for every breath you take if I wanted to fight you. All I’m doing... is playing with you."
Kaedros grimaced. He had no response to that. The Keeper was undeniably strong, what baffled him was how impossible it was to gauge that strength. He just knew the being was powerful.
Maybe he could put it at rank three or four but that’s it. It might even be more than that, way more.
"So," the Keeper advanced on Rauk, "what are you going to show me? Not one of your chains again, are you?"
Rauk stepped back. His path was technically a warrior’s, but he might as well have been a mage for all the good it had done him for physical strength.
He didn’t even know how to properly use advanced Spatial techniques
From what he understood, his ability required him to invent its applications on his own since it’s not a common one. And he had been denied a mana cultivation method all his life.
He raised his hand... then brought it down. A clean cut appeared across the Keeper’s chest.
"I would’ve been torn apart if that technique were refined. Lucky for me, it only scratched my body," the Keeper said, continuing to advance with his hand curled into a tight fist.
"I don’t have... a lot of technique," Rauk muttered. He had always relied on Vexa for defense. He’d never needed to learn how to fight, until the day he’d sworn to save his father. Since then, he had sought strength.