In the next instant, he unleashed both his psychic force and thunder element together, the energy roaring violently through the space.
Yet the superior being remained untouched.
He waved his hand repeatedly, dismissing the attacks as though swatting away an impatient child.
His expression was almost indulgent, like someone tolerating an amateur's futile performance.
He was utterly nonchalant.
Seeing this, Silas realized he was at a complete disadvantage.
But what terrified him most was not the gap in power.
It was the immeasurable, suffocating distance between them.
'A distance so vast… it does not even feel like we exist in the same dimension.'
'Was the true value of my power… really so low?'
The thought lingered in Silas's mind like a bitter aftertaste as he staggered back, his breathing ragged.
Across from him, the superior being watched each of his attacks with growing interest, not anger, not irritation, but something far worse.
Approval.
