"All traces of vanity fade when death approaches. All pretense is just that—pretense—and in the end, your true nature is revealed," Aur murmured, his voice heavy with contemplation.
He watched his Mental Space crumble, a faint trace of regret flickering in his heart. Even though he had managed to trap this Tier Seven Wizard within his Mental Space, killing him, even stripped of his spells, was beyond reach through conventional means.
Aur understood well that raw strength could be augmented through spells, albeit to a limited degree due to the suppression of the world.
While he possessed the potential to utterly destroy the old man, the truth was undeniable: without obliterating the wizard's Inner World, it was fundamentally impossible to kill him.
Aur knew there was no way for him to destroy the old man's Inner World; after all, he was still a mere weakling, barely at Tier Four in his physical body. His strength was far too insufficient to challenge a Tier Seven wizard.
