Verdant eyes gleamed as Lucifer observed the battlefield. His God's Eyes captured every nuance, every subtle shift in the combatants' stances.
'Arthur's movements have evolved,' Lucifer thought, a smile playing at his lips. 'That liver kick against Jack was perfect—not just the impact, but the form itself. Full body martial arts. Interesting.'
The air shimmered as Arthur's blade deflected a scorching blast from Jack. In response, dual vortices—one midnight black, one blinding white—swirled around Lucifer. Black mana and white mana, his full potential awakening.
'Can't hold back anymore,' Lucifer decided, shifting into the opening stance of the Myth of the Northern Peak. Before he could complete the sequence, the air around him darkened.
"Too slow," Arthur materialized beside him, sword forcing Lucifer's blade downward, shattering his stance. Lucifer's eyes widened as he channeled dual mana through his weapon to resist.
But Arthur was already moving ahead.
