He wasn't absurdly fast. The divine right to know what to do and when to do it was Kazi's priceless, in-born talent. A Rakshasa snuck up behind him and he pointed his staff over his shoulder and blasted it with a Fire Ball, while simultaneously slashing the monster in front of him. He was efficient in the way people wished they were in their dreams. His body moved without mistakes, exactly as he meant to.
So rather than a battle, it was a one-sided slaughter. But the monsters kept multiplying and, in fifteen seconds, Kazi could tell something was amiss.
'Every touch feels too soft. Every kill feels like it's being warped around mana.' The Touch of Thunder seemingly beheaded a Rakshasa, Super Spark Strike activated, and he failed to feel the connective electricity. 'Ah! An illusion that affects the five senses. Rakshasas are known for illusions, after all. That means I have to find the real one.'
