The wooden staff in Randell's hands pulsed with a runic hue as he appeared before Kailen.
Randell's movements became mesmerizing, each swing of the staff flowing at bizarre, unpredictable angles.
The streams of water snaked towards Kailen with extreme force, slicing through the air like liquid blades.
However, Kailen's vines, enveloped in lightning and azure flames, shot towards them and crashed into the streams consecutively.
It was as if Kailen had eyes everywhere.
He stood in a relaxed posture, indomitable. Yet he seemed to perceive everything around him.
Elemental mirroring, shadow sense, umbral pirouette, and the heightened perception granted by his shadow armored form and Asura Enlightenment Physique—all worked together.
Every minor fluctuation. Every movement. Every direction of attack.
He knew it all.
No matter where Randell directed his assaults, Kailen Darkhaven's vines, aflame and crackling with lightning, intercepted and incinerated them.
