Across from Aziz, Amon stood still with a smile. Blood leaked from the corner of his mouth. His whole body was battered, yet he was standing perfectly fine.
He was no longer trembling.
The shadows around his body moved more quickly, coiling like living things. They wrapped around his arms, his legs, his torso, flowing like liquid smoke. His wounds were still there. But they no longer slowed him.
His dark eyes were calm. Too calm.
Aziz narrowed his eyes. For the first time since the fight began, he felt it clearly.
Pressure.
"This isn't just desperation anymore," Aziz said slowly. "You're dangerous now."
Despite Aziz being at the third rank, for some reason he felt danger. Till now, he hadn't fought with everything he had. But he couldn't fight leisurely anymore. He wouldn't hold back.
Amon didn't reply. He stepped forward.
Unlike before, when Amon needed to use his shadow ability to strengthen his weapons or use his Umbral Sword Art.
