"Stay back. He's not someone you can handle," the silver fox said slowly, taking a step forward.
The youth of the Umbra Clan didn't say a word. His expression hadn't changed much, but deep within his gaze, one could see a hint of seriousness that hadn't been there before.
He wasn't used to coming across talents that were superior to him—at the very least, not ones whose cultivations were far beneath his own.
The silver fox raised a hand. Unlike the Flux Mancers, he didn't need to get close to Theron. This distance was enough.
A glow pulsed in Theron's eyes, his mind working in overdrive. This was the first time he was going to battle against someone who seemed to prefer distance. He had little experience in such a thing.
In that case…
Control.[Dark Confluence].
WHOOSH.
Winds kicked up in the surroundings and then, all at once, they darkened, becoming currents of blackness that blocked out the very stars themselves.
