'This is…!'
Legris was trapped.
He was constantly being barraged by Kuzon's endless offensive maneuvers, and anytime he tried to strike back, he would be countered very efficiently.
'He's strong. He's a bigger pain than those Constellations.'
Perhaps it was due to their inability to grow, but the Constellations were very poor at combat.
They didn't have the tenacity that mortals possessed, and they lacked a wealth of experience that accompanied battle.
As a result, not only were their moves predictable, but when they were pushed to their limits, they could only resort to their excess Aether.
'But he's different.' Legris looked at Kuzon in wonder.
'He's carefully weaving that excess Aether to defy the laws of reality and bend them to his will.'
This caused Legris to leak out a wide smile.
'Isn't that the true essence of Magic?!'
It amused Legris so much, and yet he found it endlessly infuriating.
