"…Even though the performance in your first attempt has already exceeded my expectations, the fact that you've gone past the 500th set still astounds me."
As these words left Aeramis' mouth, the man faintly let out a low sigh, his mind briefly thinking back to the events that had transpired just moments earlier.
Whoosh!
Keeping an eye on all of the sets of beams that were heading Ataraxia's way, the man's eyes widened in surprise after seeing the young man miss one of the beams by the time he got around to the 550th set.
Unsurprisingly, realizing that he had missed one of the beams in his calculations, the young man briefly froze, throwing caution to the wind as he tried his best to get away from the threat of looming death that neared him.
Though, before the stray red beam could even make contact with his body, the young man noticed that Aeramis had already made a move, quickly dispelling the red beam with his energy before it could even make contact with him.
