Rune blasted off the ground with a sharp boom, his feet detonating the earth beneath him. The surface cratered violently from the sheer force of his launch, and the very ground shattered into fragments as his figure vanished into a blur—faster than sound, faster than perception.
But even at such absurd speeds, his strike passed through thin air.
Lucian and the White Dragon of Grief were untouchable.
It wasn't just reflex or speed. No, it was as if they existed in a different realm entirely. Like space bent around them.
His body didn't connect—his fists, his attacks, even his presence was nullified in proximity. The moment he tried to interact with either of them, he phased through, as though they were intangible, unreachable.
He landed hard, fists clenched, teeth grinding. But retreat?
Not an option.
He snarled and shouted, voice tearing through the landscape. "[Repulsion: Field of Carnage]!"
The response was immediate and cataclysmic.
