The Titan took another step. Its massive foot came down, and the island in front of them shattered.
A huge boulder, the size of a small hill, was thrown into the air. It tumbled towards Rhys, who easily evaded it. His speed was also slowed by that, so Kaelen reached the front.
He poured the strength stored in his blood into movement as his form became a crimson blur before Rhys.
Rhys tried to anchor a Low-distance Jump on Kaelen's back, preparing to pull himself forward and get ahead of his reckless cousin.
But Kaelen was not just a brute.
He was a cunning demon.
He felt the spatial anchor lock onto him. In the instant before Rhys could activate the jump, the part of Kaelen's back that Rhys had targeted simply… dissipated.
It turned into a shower of blood, breaking the connection.
The skill failed. Rhys's momentum was broken, and he stumbled, falling back a few steps.
"Son of a cuck…"
"OK, Daddy…" Kaelen's words almost made Rhys choke on his saliva.
