The force within Daniel's body was far greater than what this law could extinguish with a single strike.
The White Whale applied more pressure. The white and black aura around the sword grew denser.
The cracks beneath her feet spread. Her long hair moved in a storm of death mana.
But the blade didn't advance even a millimeter. Two words formed in her mind.
"Impossible." Her gaze was fixed on Daniel's bare hand. No mana flowed on his skin.
No law or skill could be seen around his fingers.
"He's not even using mana." How could someone become this powerful in such a short time?
Daniel glanced briefly at the blade between his fingers, then pushed it aside with a simple motion.
The White Whale felt a tremendous force enter her arms through the sword.
Her body was involuntarily pushed back a few steps, and for the first time, the soles of her boots scraped against the courtyard's stones.
