Emir's body pulsed with Aether as his core began to overwork itself.
He used all that extra Aether to supply his shield with even more Aether, strengthening it to the extreme.
Just as he did that, the poison caught up to him, creeping in all around him.
But this time, it didn't leak into his shield, unable to breach it.
He had successfully sealed it out.
Exhaling the last bit of air from his lungs, he steadied himself.
'...Too close.'
Calm washed over him as his inky eyes locked onto the man before him.
Tension was apparent, more so within this field of poison—a deadly threat that demanded vigilance.
This was something Emir had learned firsthand.
It would kill them at first contact.
They couldn't afford to let their guard down for even a second.
Blanc chuckled, Aether visible on his tongue.
"Pity, I almost got you there."
