The instant Nero's stance shifted Rhyka's world lit up
Not with mana but with the golden lattice of Martial Essence vision
Threads snapped into focus around Nero's body lines of intent weaving together into an image of what was to come And Rhyka didn't like what he saw
From the ground razor thin pillars of glass were poised to erupt jagged spikes that glittered with deadly sharpness From above countless shards rained down in gleaming arcs fine cut like weapons forged by a master craftsman They weren't crude spells Each piece carried precision intention purpose
Rhyka's jaw tightened
This wasn't the kind of attack he could simply slip through Against most mages he had met so far Martial Vision gave him every path every angle But against something this fast this numerous and this refined the truth was simple Even if he could see every possibility there wasn't always a path that avoided injury
And worse
He understood exactly what Nero intended
