"In that case."
Xavier hurled himself downward like a falling star, silver aura trailing off him in a violent tail of light. His dagger blazed with power as he descended.
"I will force your master to come out."
There was no better way than this: break the knights, break the system, make the dungeon bleed.
He met the Silver Knights mid-fall. Their swords were already cutting through the air to intercept. Xavier twisted in the air, blocking two strikes before landing in a crouch, sliding through polished black stone.
They closed in immediately, precision footwork, expressionless death machines moving in perfect synchronization.
Xavier flickered between them like a shadow of silver light, leaning inches away from decapitating strikes and parrying heavy thrusts with terrifying calm. His dagger flashed through precise counters—not to kill, but to probe.
He slammed his palm onto the weakest point of a nearby knight.
Moon Beam.
