When alone, Ian moved faster than when he was leading a team.
The Unyielding Fortress, the Fae, and the Deceased Monarchs... Who could bear the power of the triple inheritance?
At this moment, the power he exhibited far surpassed everyone's imagination—the defensive and siege capabilities of the Rock Cast Knight, the agility and swiftness of the Fae, and the terrifying lethal power of the Deceased Monarch—all phantasms and Magical Beasts that attempted to stop him were reduced to ashes.
With every step Ian took forward, rings of icy frost nova spread in all directions, directly destroying the weaker phantasms and freezing the slightly stronger ones in place before he slew them with his sword.
The Lost Souls' power concentrated in his eyes, allowing him to directly see the veins of Subspace, as if he had a labyrinth map, able to freely choose his own path.
And with the blessing of the Prophet, Ian was simply making a beeline for his destination.
