In a thousandth of a second, Ilarion vanished from atop the altar of bones!
The speed was not physical movement; it was a step through light itself.
Saint Ilarion materialized directly in front of Kyle, who was charging in the middle.
The distance between them became zero.
The scent of sacred incense struck Kyle's nose with a force that halted his thoughts.
Ilarion smiled with a gentle, demonic softness, and whispered in a voice only Kyle heard inside his mind:
"You know, Kyle? The weapon you carry in your soul… is extremely dangerous. I have been watching you through my cameras.
I saw how you killed that S-rank steel hound in the alley with ease, without even touching it. It seems you possess very special abilities, belonging to a time that should not exist."
Kyle's eyes widened in absolute terror.
He saw! He knew about the Forgotten Blade!
Kyle tried to summon the blade, raising his blackened right hand to stab the saint's shadow…
But Ilarion was faster than thought.
