Yet Dante barely budged, slipping sideways at the last moment. The scorching heat rolled past, slicing the edges of his black cloak but failing to make direct contact.
Dante traced a small arc with his free hand, creating intangible shadows around his fingers. His calm, unhurried manner only fueled Lucan's growing frustration.
Lucan then spun around in a circular slash, launching his [Molten Cyclone] skill. A vortex of flames spiraled outward, promising to slice and burn anything caught within its radius.
But once more, Dante's form faded into the gloom like a living shadow. When the flames dispersed, Lucan found himself alone at the center, panting slightly. It was as if he had been striking at empty air.
Quiet footsteps behind Lucan alerted him an instant before Dante unleashed his [Dark Slash] skill and a broad crescent of dark energy flung forward with surprising power. Lucan managed to twist aside, raising his fiery blade to parry.
