Kingsley moved again, barely dodging once more. Yet Aura Nova did not slow in the slightest. She continued her assault ceaselessly, forcing Kingsley to evade again and again. Still, she could tell, Kingsley was adapting in real time. She did not know how, nor did she understand the exact mechanism behind it, but somehow, with every exchange, his speed and perception were evolving.
Before he could barely avoid her strikes by the narrowest margin, now he had a little more space, a little more breath, as though his body and mind were synchronizing to her rhythm.
But Aura Nova did not ease up. She simply kept moving. Her hands flickered in and out of reality as the sheer force of her attacks distorted space and air alike. Trees were reduced to nothing but splinters and dust, mountains shattered into fragments, ravines ripped open violently, and deep chasms formed in her wake as though the land itself could not endure her presence.
