Chapter 161: Dungeon [5]
The Solara Votary didn't roar. It didn't boast. It simply moved.
In the instant its featureless golden head locked onto me, it lunged.
It didn't just run; it accelerated, crossing the ten-meter distance of the platform in a timeframe my eyes could barely register.
Its sword of pure light left a searing, white-gold trail in the air, aimed not at my chest, but at my neck. A clean, emotionless, programmed decapitation.
B-Rank speed. No hesitation.
My mind screamed. Every instinct honed from the game, every fiber of my being supercharged by my E+ stats, went into a single, desperate reaction.
"Swift Step!"
I didn't try to parry. I didn't try to block. I threw myself backwards, my Siekie Ryoku footwork activating in a burst of explosive energy.
The wind from the blade's passage seared my cheek, singing the front strands of my hair. The smell of burnt ozone filled my nostrils.
