Arlon watched Asef's face, hoping—maybe—that something in his words might have reached him. But all he saw was fury, twisted by years of silence and poison.
Whatever pieces of the boy who once wished for his mother's happiness remained, they were buried too deep.
Arlon gripped his sword tightly. No more words. No more truths.
If reason couldn't pull Asef back, then force would have to push him down.
And so, the final battle began.
Arlon didn't wait. The moment he closed the distance, he activated his fused ability—Time Slash.
The air warped as the strike left his blade, skipping the space between them entirely.
The slash appeared in front of Asef instantly, bending the laws of distance and time. It should have cut him clean through.
But Asef raised his arm.
The attack landed, yet the result wasn't what Arlon had hoped for. Asef had reinforced his body with such intense enhancement magic that his flesh might as well have been steel.
