"Incredible," Duke Blazespout murmured, leaning forward as his keen Immortal-ranked senses cut through the swirling storm of dark mana that blanketed the battlefield. Even with the supernatural shroud that Arthur had conjured, Blazespout could see the precision behind his movements. "He's using the Gift of the Lich to cloak himself from Lucifer's second Gift, effectively nullifying its advantages. And since he can't yet wield the full power of his Lich yet, he's refining it into an advanced Bone Armor—enhancing his physical capabilities just enough to break Lucifer down."
"A perfect adaptation," Valerie observed, her dark eyes sharp with interest. "He's turned what should be a disadvantage into a tactical edge. His approach isn't just creative—it's ruthlessly efficient. What do you think, Paul?"
Paul Lucrian sat in silent contemplation, his fingers steepled as his eyes remained locked onto the battle. His expression was unreadable, but the weight behind his silence spoke volumes.
