"Ghh."
Wester grunted as the attack landed. It was a concentrated strike, one that slipped through his defenses and froze everything it touched, dead and unresponsive.
Wester clenched his jaws. He had taken enough.
"Arghh!!"
A pulse of dark, purplish energy exploded outward from his body, violently shattering and dispersing all of Icard's attacks.
'What is all this?' Wester thought, chest heaving.
'How is he capable of using this many different skills? Seban told me incarnations gain skills as they progress, but how does he already have so many?'
He clenched his fists again and forced a strained grin while panting heavily.
Frostbite scars traced across his chest where the earlier slash had passed, the skin pale and rigid with faint cracks spreading like dead veins beneath the surface.
"As I thought, you're quite different. You already have so much power. Perhaps... you might be like me."
"I'm very much different from you, Wester," Icard replied.
