The old man said nothing. He raised his hand and fired a golden Prophecy Rune straight at Logan's forehead. It moved so fast it left only a blur, clearly testing Logan's reaction speed.
Logan's pupils narrowed. He activated the predictive ability of his Time Anchor, seeing the moment the Rune would hit his forehead 0.3 seconds in advance.
He sidestepped quickly. The Rune skimmed past his ear and struck the crystal rock wall behind him, exploding into a crater the size of a fist.
The old man nodded. He tapped his staff of prophecy against the ground, his voice raspy. "Your reaction is fast enough to have the basic qualifications to learn high-level Battle Styles."
"However, the Time Chaos deep within the Time Rift is dangerous. If a non-Rule Controller enters, their Soul Sea will be torn apart directly. You need to be ready."
