The moment my spear hit the ground, my shadow raged around me like a beast finally let off its leash.
The air temperature dropped. My heartbeat steadied. Everything slowed down into that razor-thin clarity I only got right before I began my massacre.
Across from me, the fan-user—coat fluttering like he walked straight out of a dramatic entrance audition—stood calm. Eyes still closed, not taking me seriously.
"Do you really plan to fight me with your eyes closed?" I called out, my arms tightening around the spear.
"Are you even worth it?" he asked.
"Worth it?" My stance sank lower, the ground fracturing beneath my feet.
If there was one thing that could make my blood pressure skyrocket faster than a rampaging dragon, it was people who farm aura in front of me. That was my thunder.
My lip twitched. 'Fucking show-off.'
Wind cracked like thunder as he raised his fan higher, and I swear he leaned back just a little—purely for dramatic effect.
