As the blade fell from above, it felt to Raan as though he was stuck in some sort of dream. He never believed that such a thing could happen, because it didn't make any sense.
A Quasi Gold Mancer pushing him to this point, suffocating him to this extent?
Why could Theron seem to use his Laws endlessly? Where was the fatigue? Where was the weight on his soul? Where was the cost? What was ahppening here?
If he let that blade of water cut him in half, he would truly be finished. He would never reach the Divine Realm, he would never climb up the ranks of the list and prove why he deserved to be ranked much higher, he would never be able to achieve his dreams as sit as Emperor of the Tyre Imperial Clan.
Raan's eyes flashed with a deep, reddened light. His hair danced and the ribbons of red that coated him in an illusory glow, his Echo amongst Echoes, flashed.
All of a sudden, they extended from his body.
