A bone whip tore in from the side, but Asher simply sidestepped with ridiculous efficiency, his body weaving with effortless grace as though he had foreseen it long before it came.
Virelass streaked forward in a blur of gold and silver, its blade singing as it beautifully hacked the jagged bone whip into shreds, scattering the fragments like splintered glass across the battlefield.
His Omni Perception bore into the world itself, as though overlapping with reality and peering into its hidden layers. Blurry images filled the air around him, flashes of every possible strike and movement the bone whips could make.
No matter how many he destroyed, they were relentless, lashing out with endless hunger. But it did not matter to him. His hands moved with absolute certainty, tearing through each bone whip with the same calm smile etched upon his lips, as though destruction itself was his second nature.
