While falling in midair, he continued to utilize his enhanced senses to evade the bolts of razor water, disappearing and reappearing at different spots within the air while traversing through the shadows.
He allowed his body to fall limp, only moving through repeated steps across the shadows as he only prioritized dodging the cutting rain.
"...Hear me, those who seek the absence of light…" He began to chant, exhibiting an unbecoming calmness.
The moment the incantation began, his mana signature flared; coating his body, shadows stretched out and moved with the stormy winds.
Even while weaving the great magic through his words and focus, he continued to evade through elusive shadows; it was a feat beyond anything he had attempted before, but backed into a corner--it came naturally.
"Grant me the essence of the truth, the original darkness that cast over the primordial soil."
