In such a dim environment, finding the shadow he had transformed into only became more challenging.
In the blink of an eye, Haroldon had already surged to the rear of the strange thing, levitating from his shadow. Aiming to bisect his opponent, he slashed with the pale bone knife in his hand.
But at the same time, as if anticipating this move, the strange thing had reached back with a hand clad in Electromagnetic Pulse Gloves, blocking Haroldon's long blade with unerring precision.
Deep blue electric arcs rushed past, enveloping every corner of the glove, spreading from the fingertips, and sparking intense light with the blade, momentarily illuminating the dim movie theater.
"It actually reacted?"
Haroldon watched this scene, his gaze filled with surprise.
