"TIERE!"
The screams of the C-tier reverberated, but Sylas didn't even look up. He knew that Old Brama would handle it. Instead, he was silently collecting something, while his thoughts roamed.
Powerful.
This woman was surely that.
He seemed to use his Rune Mastery less in this battle than he would otherwise, but that was because he had a much harder time finding space and the timing to do so—as ironic as that was.
It almost felt like a spar between masters; he could see Tiere's counters coming before they did, his Luck alerting him to them and forcing him to pivot.
In the end, he had to use this far more scheming-like approach to end the battle quickly. Otherwise, it would have gone on for quite a while and more variables would crop up.
And most importantly of all… this was an F-tier existence, not an E-tier like he had grown quite used to slaughtering.
