For Raven, the time seemed to have slowed down, his mind working at a pace impossible for humans.
He knew that if he attacked now, then the chances of slaying the black dragon would be higher.
However, that didn't mean the attack would hit.
Maybe the dragon would dodge at the last moment, but by then, its breath attack would've already hit Graye.
So, in that millisecond, Raven made up his mind. He would save Graye.
Time resumed as Raven's crimson eyes widened, then hardened to burning slits.
His grip on Omni trembled—not with fear, but with a brutal decision. "DAMN IT!"
With a snarl, he twisted his arms sideways.
Omni's mountain-sized edge screeched as it carved a new arc through the air, the deafening shriek of void-steel against the atmosphere splitting the battlefield.
The sword's trajectory shifted from a killing strike to a desperate barrier, the colossal blade now free-falling between Graye and the onrushing pillar of death.
