The Fifth Prince took a step forward, and the ground shook.
Nosphaleen didn't let him build up any momentum. Her wings flapped, and she was before him again in an instant. The Fifth Prince tried to use a domain of space to protect himself—a domain he had always been so proud of—but it was absolutely worthless.
Nosphaleen was practically the perfect counter to the Buri Clan. She could manipulate the reality of even the world itself; how could she possibly care about the reality projected from the Skai Eye of a mere F-tier?
To the Fifth Prince's credit, he realized the problem instantly and mounted a defense far more substantial than the first time. He crossed his arms over his body, his belly fat rippling. In an instant, his belly shrank and his arms exploded in size. Somehow, they felt perfectly proportional, a great amount of gravitational weight and pull formed around them.
BOOM.
