The First Blade's eyes lingered on Lassim with a sharp, wary edge, his presence heavy with questions that now filled the air.
The progenitor marks began to fade and recede back down his face and hidden away under his martial robes as Lassim stopped circulating the void energy. His eyes went back to the normal violet with lightning bolts occasionally jutting out.
From the First Blade's perspective, Lassim just slashed an attack towards a random spot on the air behind the portal and it collapsed in on itself.
The way Lassim had closed the portal, the ease with which he managed it—it was far from normal.
Even for someone as blessed by the gods as him, he believe it was something that shouldn't have been possible for anyone—except for possibly those legendary Demi-gods.
