Lassim watched the rogue convulse on the ground, trapped in the crackling tendrils of his [Lightning Lash]. But there was something that caused the world around him to slow down in that moment, something that poked at the edge of his mind, something about the way the shadows shifted and clung to the rogue's form even as the lightning coursed through him.
It wasn't just some barrier technique or a defensive aura that made him really react and notice it—it had an instinctual movement and a surging like a flood breaking through a dam whenever his lightning mana restricted and attacked.
The way the night element flowed—it reminded him of something.
His mind raced, going over the techniques he had mastered.
The behavior of this night energy wasn't dissimilar to the way his [Aegis] technique used water to shield him, instinctively hardening into ice when under direct threat.
