King Garrie disengaged from the Void Architect without hesitation. Right now, he knew he had to create some distance between them. Something about this being had changed again.
King Garrie had long since learned to trust the instincts forged through countless battles. Amid the deafening chaos of combat, the mind could not always be relied upon. It often thought too slowly to make decisions in the brief moments that separated life from death.
But instinct had been carved deeply into his body and soul after decades of surviving battlefields. It recognized danger before any logical explanation could explain it and forced difficult decisions within fractions of a second.
During the exchange that had just ended, everything had happened too quickly for the king to understand exactly what the Void Architect had done.
But he refused to take unnecessary risks. The moment he sensed something was wrong, he immediately retreated.
