With Lan's power flowing through me, the Shibazorak's assault was almost laughably easy to endure.
Each strike landed like thunder, shaking the air, but the artifact dulled the impact until it felt no harsher than a sparring tap. Compared to Alice Draken's blows back on campus, this was nothing.
Of course, I wasn't relying solely on Lan. My body hummed with the constant thrum of [Enhancement], every fiber reinforced, every joint steadied. Between the two, I had full control of the pace.
Still—control didn't mean infinite endurance. Even if the strikes didn't hurt, the sheer force was enough to wear down armor, footing, and time itself. I knew that.
[So, is that all?] My voice carried calmly beneath the mask, almost bored. [It's unpleasant to be hit without resistance, even if it doesn't hurt. Think of it as my way of showing goodwill. I hope you enjoyed it.]
