This… this was impossible.
Razeal's mind rejected what his eyes were showing him. He had really poured everything into that strike every shred of physical strength his body could muster, every ounce of pressure his muscles could generate. He knew Knox was strong; he had seen the stats, felt the pressure, understood the gap. But still… this?
Not even a scratch.
His jaw tightened as disbelief twisted into something heavier, uglier. He pushed down harder, forcing the black, star-forged blade against Knox's shoulder with all his weight, as if sheer will alone could bend reality. The sword didn't budge. Not even an inch. It was like pressing steel against an unyielding mountain no matter how much force he applied, the resistance remained absolute.
"How…" Razeal muttered under his breath, teeth grinding together.
