"I thought this would be more interesting," Lyra said as she deflected my sword with effortless precision, boredom evident in her eyes. "An art which builds momentum... it's somewhat interesting but nothing special."
I raised Evolvis high, channeling everything into the Tempest Dance Technique. Enhanced aura swirled around the blade, ballooning to the absolute peak I could achieve before I brought it down in a perfectly executed strike.
Lyra barely shifted her stance, merely thrusting her spear forward to meet my attack. Our weapons clashed with thunderous force, but while I had committed my entire body to the strike, she remained unmoved—a mountain facing a gentle breeze.
'What ridiculous strength,' I thought as I was pushed backward, my boots leaving furrows in the marble floor.
"You are even weaker than that Lucifer," Lyra tilted her head, genuine disappointment in her voice. "What makes you think you can beat me?"
