When you had the ability to sense mana even with your eyes closed, what was the point of illumination?
Hades had discovered this newfound sense.
Even in pitch darkness, he could feel the beast's movements—the way its mana surged, the way it gathered around certain body parts before a strike. It was as if Alazar's own power betrayed him.
A warrior instinctively strengthened their body with mana. That was a subconscious action. But for Hades, it was also their greatest weakness. He could see every flare, every twitch, every intent.
SWAK!
Alazar's fist cut through the air but met nothing. Hades had already bent low, slipping under with ease.
BAM!
His counter landed hard into the beast's stomach, the same weak spot he had targeted earlier.
"Grrgh!" Alazar staggered, one hand clutching his belly, his fangs bared in fury.
"You weak little rat! To depend on such a cheap trick!"
Hades smirked in the darkness. "Cheap? Or just too much for you?"
