"Hmm? What's that?" Aqua thought, narrowing his mystic eyes.
He peered through every veil and layer of illusion surrounding the flame demon.
On Logan's head, he could see an illusionary chess piece hovering faintly, shaped exactly like a bishop.
"You. It's time to go," Logan said, turning his full attention toward Aqua.
"Thanks, but no thanks," Aqua replied calmly, declining the demand without hesitation.
Tiny droplets of water began forming all around him, floating gently in the air like shimmering, crystalline orbs.
"And what can those common little droplets possibly do—"
Before Logan could finish his mocking sentence, he had to twist his body desperately to avoid one of the droplets hurtling straight at him.
Aqua had launched it with deadly precision.
Fear flashed across Logan's face as he narrowly escaped the sphere of water.
The ground where the droplet finally struck was completely crushed and pulverized under its impossible, infinite density.
