The air changed, everything happened so fast.
Raith's eyes were not that of an amateur, he had been able to so far follow even the quickest of movements, when the efficiency of God's eye was added to it. He could practically depict a person movement a second or two before they entered that movement, Godeye absorbed that movement with keen details and transferred it to his brain.
So when it came to predicting and following movement, Raith wasn't lacking in anyway. He was on point.
But the monk's pattern was too fast, before his eyes could tell what was happening, the monk was already in front of him. The world seemed to slow down from Raith's vantage point as the monk with a purple aura oozing from his palm struck Raith's chest, his arm leaving its mark and shooting out an expanse of wind that tore Raith's durable fabric from the bank.
