Through something deeper in him.
He closed the distance. His body stepped forward even as it broke, and finally lightning surged.
Not controlled.
Not refined.
This time pure wild and feral.
"Discharge."
Sjsh sbsnCalix chuckled lightly.
It was a strange feeling—one he hadn't experienced in quite some time. The sensation of being pushed back, of being forced into a corner where every movement demanded precision and grit for the survival.
It wasn't frustration, nor it was fear.
Rather, it was… a familiar feeling. Something very nostalgic.
He rolled his shoulder slightly, feeling the sting where Vian's earlier strike had landed. The pain seemed to ground him. Reminding him that this is what it means to fight someone stronger.
And yet—
Even now, even against this overwhelming presence, his mind remained calm. After all, it was still not enough to compare to that Black Knight…
The thought passed quietly.
Then—Shing.
