Mordred had never felt so frustrated. He'd faced gigantic monsters, mighty warriors and savage beasts... But what he was experiencing now was beyond anything he'd ever imagined. Every attack, every desperate attempt to hurt Kalderan, simply passed through his intangible body, as if he were trying to slice through the wind.
Kalderan, meanwhile, grinned like a predator, playing mercilessly with his opponent, openly enjoying Mordred's distress. Every blow avoided increased his arrogance, every attack dodged fed his cruel confidence. Mordred struck relentlessly, but nothing helped.
- You're tiring yourself out for nothing, slave!" taunted Kalderan, once again dodging a diagonal strike, letting the black blade pass through his transparent body. Immediately, Kalderan was solid again, striking Mordred in the chest with a powerful knee strike.
