The Nexus vibrated with the intensity of their clash, but now, something had fundamentally shifted. Elias was no longer merely reacting; he was creating. The Guardian's "punches of absolute truth" were met not with rigid defense, but with fluid redirection. A lightning-fast jab from the Guardian, meant to pierce, was subtly diverted by a flick of Elias's wrist, turning the attack into a harmless curve around his body. As the Guardian overextended for a fraction of a second, Elias didn't counter with a direct strike. Instead, his Plancktonium Blade, moving with an impossible elegance, traced a shimmering arc that seemed to follow the Guardian's own retreating momentum, guiding him into a position where his next attack would be subtly off-balance.
"You're learning," the Guardian observed, his voice now tinged with an almost paternal pride. "The dance has found its second dancer."
