They both moved at unreal speeds.
Every hovering platform they landed on crumbled under the force of their movements, the arena quaking with each impact as they darted from one ruined platform to the next, leaving devastation in their wake.
However, Atticus soon felt it. He was getting overwhelmed. This was for one reason: Carius had abandoned all forms of defense.
His attacks became relentless, striking from every angle with a vicious intensity.
No matter how fast Atticus moved or how accurately his blade cut through the air, each strike simply phased through Carius's body, as if he were a ghost.
The pain came next. Carius's strikes rained down upon Atticus, tearing into his flesh, but his exosuit reacted instantly, siphoning mana from the air and healing his wounds at breakneck speed.
It fueled him, keeping him on his feet and moving, but it wasn't enough.
