Theron no longer used his Dark Mana to shift and move. He felt the earth beneath him and anchored himself, his Dark and Water Mana fusing once again into river-like streams that pooled around him.
But just when it seemed like he was going to attack, his spear actually thrust downward, piercing into the ground beneath his feet.
A surge of might pooled into the cobbled stone, turning those that survived over and shattering the rest. There was a pool of subtle indigo energy that hovered around him.
Alfone's eyes narrowed, but Theron had already almost delicately pointed at the air.
[Shadow Dagger].
Chi. Chi. Chi.
Half a dozen [Shadow Daggers] were formed in quick succession, each one moving so swiftly they were already upon Alfone before he seemed to do much.
However, this felt like a repeat of what had happened only just moments before. As distracted as Alfone seemed to be, it was like he could retroactively act whenever he so pleased.
