The spear tore through the sky like a falling star.
Holy light wrapped around its shaft and tip, transforming it into a brilliant streak of gold that sliced through the darkness. The air shrieked violently in its wake, and the pressure alone was enough to make Barbatos's shadowy scales tremble.
Arthur's eyes widened for a brief moment.
Then he clicked his tongue.
"So, you want to fight, huh..." Arthur muttered.
His vision shifted.
[ Omnicognition Activated. ]
In the span of a single breath, he saw everything.
The spear's exact trajectory.
Its speed.
Its angle.
The precise moment it would reach his head.
The way the air flowed around it.
The countless possible points of impact.
The density of the holy mana spiraling around its tip.
Every calculation flooded into his mind and settled instantly, perfectly organized.
Arthur's lips parted.
"Barbatos," he said calmly.
"Dragon Breath."
"Now."
The shadow dragon obeyed without the slightest hesitation.
