"Genesis!"
Hugo noticed the umbrella and took a step back. The strange armoured man was actually holding the Spirit of Weaponry so casually. That was Genesis' epithet.
He conjured Shiloh and got ready to fight the man opposite him. It was a last-minute ditch effort, simply because he knew that as long as Genesis was in the hands of the man across from him then there was nothing he could do.
Shaking his head in dismay, Hugo ordered Detonator to stand and watch as he charged forward, channelling all the Black Matter out of his body in the form of dark particles.
"Hah!"
Hugo struck down on the man, but unexpectedly his arm could move no longer.
"What?"
The armoured man just stood there, arms crossed. Hugo looked at the long black umbrella and shook his head in understanding.
"I can't fight Genesis. It's the only reason this power hasn't killed me yet."
