The lanky figure, though startled, sprang into action.
In a swift motion, he launched a powerful kick with his knee, lunging at Lumian, leaving only a blur behind.
Rather than reaching out with his right hand, which was gripping the strange weeds, he extended his nails, etched with mystical symbols and patterns, appearing hard and razor-sharp.
Darkness surrounding Lumian seemed to awaken, converging into pitch-black chains that aimed to ensnare him in place.
Lumian's gaze remained resolute as he observed the rapidly approaching figure. He emitted a soft harrumph.
Two beams of brilliant white light shot forth from his nostrils, striking the target before he could evade in time.
The tall, slender figure suddenly crumpled to the ground, unconscious.
The illusory chains, formed from darkness, disintegrated into nothingness.
