The Golem Mage

However, while others were watching with curiosity or awe, Liam, on the other hand, had a sinking feeling in his gut, he had landed a strike—or so he thought, but only he knew the truth that his attack hadn’t connected with anything.

There was no resistance, no sensation of his clawed strike piercing flesh, and that realization triggered his suspicions that something was wrong.

Just as doubt clouded his mind, he noticed something chilling, the body he had struck was dissipating like mist.

“How much longer are you going to stare at my afterimage?” Lucas’s voice came from behind him.

Startled, Liam spun around and jumped back from both his current position and the direction of the voice.

“How the hell did you do that?” he demanded, raising his arms as arcs of lightning sparked between his fingertips.

“If I told you, I wouldn’t be able to use it against you again, now would I?” Lucas replied casually, as Liam froze, unsure of how to respond.

In his heart, he wanted to believe it was just a technique, some illusion or speed-based skill Lucas had picked up, because if what just happened was Lucas’s base speed, then Liam knew he was in serious trouble as he hadn’t even been able to react to that.

Still, he wasn’t some weakling, he was a Tudor—royalty born with both bloodline and talent, that privilege had always fed him with a certain unshakable confidence, no matter how dire the situation.

So even with the odds looking stacked against him, and even though the voice in his head warned him otherwise, Liam threw aside his hesitation, with renewed resolve, he lunged at Lucas, fists flying and kicks whipping through the air.

His attacks came in fast blurs, but no matter how precise or swift, they failed to connect.

Lucas didn’t even unfold his arms, he simply tilted, weaved, and stepped around every blow with calm precision, like a shadow dancing through light.

[> Mid-Tier Spell – Lightning Discharge Qi Technique – Absorption