As Nathaniel saw the seven powerful, similar figures charging toward him, his mind immediately conjured a reasonable explanation for this bizarre situation.
"An... illusion… right, an illusion…"
"This is an illusion—"
The rest of the world seemed to vanish as his body was hurled through the air. Blood sprayed from his mouth as he tried to hold on and maintain his balance like before, but the power striking him suddenly multiplied.
What followed was the crisp, sickening crack of bones shattering, echoing through the Layer of Ancients under the relentless onslaught of the seven identical figures.
Panicked and agonizing screams finally tore from Nathaniel's throat as he twisted and dodged, but every movement was met with a blow from the direction he tried to evade. He could avoid one, two, three, but not all of the devastating, precise strikes raining down from seven different sides.
Ultimately, Nathaniel let out a roar, unleashing the full extent of his power.
