The sun rayed down on me, my vision blurred.
But I was vigilant, anticipating any move he made. Sweat layered my face, and as it dripped—he lunged forward. So fast. But I was ready.
"Chronos Walk."
Time froze for a brief second, just enough for me to dodge the attack and land a devastating sword strike on his back.
His back bore the length of my blade. I swung my sword, cleansing it of his blood. When time resumed, he surely felt the pain of my strike—he was on his knees.
But then, he said something interesting.
"S-type magecraft… no, rather—magic. You can wield true magic. That explains everything. The so-called 'Hand of God,' the absence of any grimoire—you possess divine authority.
You're truly special, Johannes. But come what may, I will still win this fight."
"You speak boldly. But unlike most, you have the skill to back your tongue.
And the same goes for me—I too have the strength to match my confidence."
RARARARARARAR...
His aura—just like during his battle with Bale at my trial. I dare not lower my guard.
CLUNG
I parried his strike.
"Crimson Blast!"
My sword ignited in flame, poised to counter—but he leapt. His grimoire floated beside him.
"Tidal Wave!"
The words escaped his lips, and I was sent hurtling through the air by a massive surge of water.
The speed was brutal. I cast "Gaia Back"—a wall of earth burst from the ground, breaking my fall and sparing me pain I did not deserve.
As I tried to rise, I sensed it—his aura.
Fear gripped my heart like it had grown hands.
He was behind me.
His blade met my hand—blood dripping, a crimson line carved into the hand I used to wield my sword.
"What's wrong, Johannes? The fun's just beginning. Is that all you've got? Show me more."
I smirked, excitement rising in my chest.
"But you… you're holding back against me.
You don't see me as your equal.
I'll teach you to."
Without missing a beat, I spun mid-air and slammed my foot against the mansion wall, using it like a springboard. Again, I hurled toward him, blade flashing.
He Parried.
I rebounded off another wall, then another—turning the mansion's grand hall into my personal arena. Each leap, I was faster, wilder, more unpredictable.
But no matter how many times I soared in, no matter how sharp my angles were or how fierce my strikes was— father blocked them all, effortless and composed.
" Strength, surely you have, but how long can you keep up with my speed " I said
But my confidence sank after what happened next
With a single blow to the ground, trembles filled my legs, cracks everywhere—the ground broke, with me falling into the abyss, or so I thought.
I was underground. Light knew not this place. But what ran through my thoughts was simple.
Raw power, not magecraft. With a single blow to the ground, he bore a hole so deep, it frightens my blade.
I saw him, looking down at me.
He sheathed his blade—he was disappointed.
He still thinks I am weak.
But I wasn't finished yet.