The opportunity to counterattack never came. Ilman's offense was unending, spotless, and increasingly deadlier. Still, the King finally understood why.
People had limits. Even evolved warriors did. Only Gods could ignore those, but they also had to work to achieve that. The True Chaos would have taken over the universe already otherwise.
However, Ilman seemed to be an exception to that rule. His speed increased after every exchange. Each following strike hit harder and deeper than the previous. His physical condition kept worsening, but his performance steadily improved, turning his initiative into an insurmountable advantage.
That made no sense, unless Ilman's element played a role in the unreasonable development. Only something as magical as superior forms of energy could create that impossible trend, finally solving the doubt that had nagged at the King since the beginning of the battle.
