(Meanwhile, Yu Kiro's POV)
After Soron drove the shattered shaft of Yu Kiro's own spear straight into his face, it took him several disoriented seconds to realign his vision, blood and divine essence blurring the world as his senses struggled to catch up to reality.
And in that brief moment of clarity, Yu Kiro finally understood.
The figure standing before them was no longer the battered, decaying Cult Master worn down by centuries of poison and attrition.
This was Soron as he once was.
The most gifted son of the Timeless Assassin.
The monster who had once dominated the universe in his prime.
Everything about his fighting style had shifted.
Gone was the cautious, defensive rhythm Soron had adopted against Helmuth earlier, where every movement had been measured, restrained, and conservative.
As now, he was relentless.
Aggressive.
