Amon leapt backward, throwing his hand out.
[Gloom Orb!]
A dark sphere formed instantly and shot toward Arnold. It exploded on contact, swallowing him in black smoke.
Boom!
Amon didn't wait. He dashed sideways, using the smoke as cover. His heartbeat thundered in his ears. He didn't want to fight Arnold, but at this rate, it was either fight or be crushed.
He circled behind the smoke — but then a voice came from inside.
"Too slow."
Slash!
A silver gleam with star particles flashed through the dark.
Amon barely blocked, sparks raining between them again. Arnold's blade was relentless, each strike faster and heavier than the last.
Amon's breathing grew ragged. He could feel his mana draining fast.
He had to do something. Anything.
'Fine then… time for a gamble.'
Dark shadow flared around his sword. A familiar, ominous glow coating the blade. His shadow rose behind him like wings.
[Umbral Veil Sword Art: First Form — Crescent of Dusk!]
