Silas got up on his two feet, gripped his sword's hilt, tightened it little, and a smirk curled up on his lips. "I finally got a glimpse of it."
His whole body was aching, his arms were trembling like crazy, his thighs were begging him to give them a little rest, but Silas didn't stop.
He dashed forward as he used his skill [Phantom Step], his body suddenly vanished, and only left with an afterimage behind.
Caleb's eyes were fixated on the front, looking at Silas's afterimage, but he spawned behind him and slashed Caleb's back with his sword.
He looked back at Silas and muttered under his breath; his voice came out shaky. "H-How..."
Silas hitched, a small sigh left his mouth. "You're too predictable for me now, Caleb."
A vein popped onto Caleb's forehead, fists tightened as he swung his elbow backwards and aimed it into Silas's ribs.
