"You've seen what I'm capable of, Al. Do you really think it's wise to take me on alone, knowing exactly what my strength level is now?"
Of course, it wasn't wise. He knew that. He wouldn't even be doing this if he had other options available, but he didn't. No reinforcements, no backup plans. Just him. His body, his mind, and his instincts, his only tools in this impossible moment.
She was powerful, blindingly fast, ridiculously durable, and worst of all, cloaked in that dreadful mana. That protective layer of energy was the true problem. Every inch of her was wrapped in it, a pulsating aura of hostility that defied basic logic.
So, what now?
There was only one path forward: Aldrich had to throw every ounce of tactical brilliance he possessed into breaking her open.
First up, he had to find a way through that accursed defence if he was ever going to get a winning chance going.
"Spatial Art: Breaker Orb!"
