A ghost step in martial arts was a piece of footwork that even mortals could execute. It was designed to make one's perception falter for a moment, glitching as one tried to recognize exactly when the step was taken.
Of course, mortals couldn't use an actual illusion, it was just a clever use of body mechanics, a form of a sliding step rather than a jump, leap, or lunge.
Sylas had seen it many times before, he had even practiced it during the days he was trying to improve his Comprehensions and successfully form Mixed Martial Arts before it became Mixed Demonic Arts and now Mixed Chaotic Arts.
He had never seen it executed like this.
It was almost like the Glutton's feet didn't move at all. His toes barely twitched the slightest bit, and in the next instant, his fist was already at Sylas' throat.
Two rounded knuckles pressed forward with the momentum of a thrusting sword. It felt like putting a palm in front of it would have ripped your hand right in two.
