Evan's eyes remained rippleless as the fiery whirlwind barreled toward him.
With only a second to react, he summoned his magic sword from his inventory.
In a fraction of a second, the sword materialized in his hand, its surface radiating a brilliant blue hue, fueled by six soul pockets worth of Evan's ice-type soul energy.
Glacier Sword Style: Form Second - Last Ray of Moonligh!
With a swift motion, Evan brandished the sword and a fierce gust of frigid wind erupted from it, colliding with the fiery vortex in an explosive clash.
Boom!
The clash resulted in a deafening sound that echoed throughout the swamps, steam rising from the point of impact, engulfing Evan and the Minotaur in a thick cloud of mist.
Evan's eyes glinted sharply.
'Now, the real hunts begin.'
Using the thick steam, Evan concealed himself and his actions from the Minotaur.
