Rivers of the Night

Chapter 168: Silent

Chapter 168: Silent

DENG.

Dorian crossed the distance so fast it almost felt like he flash-stepped, an ability that only Light Mancers should have had. But he had poured so much Mana into his legs that the lengths of his pants splintered apart, a ripping energy jetting out of him.

Theron blocked, or so it seemed. His wrist twisted just the slightest bit, his short sword parrying Dorian's blade to the side.

His movements seemed almost heavy, labored. Yet his dagger was as swift as darkness swallowing the light. Akin to one burying one's head under dozens of meters more of water, it streaked across the blinding red gold in the shadows.

Dorian barely curled his body out of the way, but the overextension of his arm in his first attack left him wide open. Theron's dagger missed, but his short sword slipped into Dorian's guard, slicing a gash right across his chest.

The Valebane genius tried his best to pivot to the side, but it wasn't fast enough, the blow leaving blood and bone exposed.

Pain spiked in Dorian's senses, but it did nothing to deter the rage that filled his mind. His fury pressed against his skull like pressurized steam looking for an escape.

From the moment Theron appeared, he knew that he was outmatched. No normal Bronze Mancer could kill a Fourth Resonance Mancer in a single blow, taken off guard or not. It was made even worse by the fact Vaeilina was actually in the Seventh Resonance and had all the skills, bodily strength, and reflexes of one.

Whatever Theron had done to himself, he was on a level even beyond Dorian right now. The only way to win was by taking risks.