Swish!
A cold gleam swept by. Orson's eyes narrowed as he whipped around and launched a Hurricane Spear.
Boom!
A fierce gust burst forth, striking a dark silhouette mid-lunge and forcing it to retreat, vanishing into the shadows a heartbeat later.
"A pseudo-divine assassin, huh? I really hate assassins," Orson said calmly.
"I am—"
The figure had just begun to speak when Orson's Supreme Arcane Blade slashed forward.
"Don't care what you are."
Chaos Magic Balls rained down alongside Judgment Flames, bombarding the dark figure and blasting them back hundreds of meters.
With the Wind-element Forbidden Curse in effect, no matter how far the enemy fled, Orson's spells would continue tracking—he only needed to observe the impact zone to lock onto his target.
"Annoying bastard," the shadow cursed and quickly regrouped with the incoming pseudo-divine reinforcements.
"Vanish before the light," came a soft sigh.
