Ery was well aware of the deadly nature of ti spells, making him move with more caution than usual. Drawing upon his energy reserves, Ery launched a volley of [Enfeeble Blade] projectiles. They cut through the space between them in a synchronous dance, their dark crescent energy forms glittering nacingly. However, these proved to be no match for Kronos. The grand magus, with an almost bored flick of his wrist, neutralized the projectiles with a radiant, invisible energy that shimred briefly upon contact.
Without missing a beat, Kronos began etching an intricate formation spell. Arcane symbols ford around Ery, glowing with an eerie light. In a split second, powered by the essence of Khaos, Ery activated [Blink]. He disappeared, reappearing several ters away. His near-instantaneous teleportation allowed him to evade the spell's activation zone.
"Huh! Slippery Bastard!?"
Ery could tell the spell was one of temporal confinent. If he'd been ensnared, his actions would have been limited, perhaps even making him a stationary target for Kronos.
Undeterred, Ery started another round of long-ranged assault. He summoned the [Dark Seed], small pulsating orbs of obsidian energy, and coupled it with [Ash Blast], which released shockwaves of energy that seed to distort the very air they traveled through. This simultaneous assault made for a dazzling, destructive display.
With such bombardnt, Kronos was forced to shift from his offensive stance. Darting to and fro, he gracefully evaded the spells. To block the persistent waves of [Ash Blast], he conjured a radiant barrier that shimred, absorbing and deflecting the force of the attacks.
In the midst of their exchange, Ery noticed that Kronos was suddenly nowhere to be seen. He quickly surveyed his surroundings, trying to discern if the grand magus had employed invisibility or so form of enhanced speed. But then, to his surprise, Ery saw him: Kronos stood exactly where he had been initially. This wasn't re movent. Kronos had manipulated the passage of ti itself, creating a delay in Ery's perception while accelerating his own actions.
The realization dawned on Ery just as the formation spell Kronos had cast earlier activated.
[Ti Warp]
A foreign sensation, like a dense fog, seed to suffocate Ery's senses. The world around him took on a hazy hue, and the sounds were muffled. He realized almost instantly: he was ensnared within Kronos' ti spell. Ti was no longer his ally. In this distorted space, every second felt stretched, and yet paradoxically, things also moved at lightning speed.
In this realm, hesitation was fatal. So, without missing a beat, used all the buff he could invoke; [Immortal Gate] [Paragon's Blessing], and cast [Sylvan Armor] creating a shield designed to ward off both physical and magical attacks.
Yet, for all his rapid defense, Ery could not fully escape the Ti flesh.
The surreal experience of being hard before even witnessing the Magus' reach. Before he could even assess the situation, an agonizing pain coursed through his chest. His eyes darted down to witness the aftermath of a radiant spear, glowing with light energy, piercing through his armor and embedding itself deep into his flesh.
The surreal experience of being hard before even witnessing the attack was disorienting. Blood welled up in Ery's mouth, and he coughed it out violently, spattering the dark void of space with brilliant red droplets. With a grimace, he gripped the spear's shaft, and with a jerk of strength, pulled it out. As soon as it was free, the weapon disintegrated, turning into luminous particles that disappeared into the void.
Kronos, wearing an expression of unabashed arrogance, laughed heartily. "Did you truly think you could escape my temporal domain? No Magus, no matter how gifted, has ever resisted my mastery over ti!" His tone dripped with mockery, the volu of his laughter echoing eerily in the altered tiline.
Gasping for breath, Ery steadied himself. His thoughts raced. Had it not been for the augnted protection of his spells and the transformative abilities he'd adopted, that spear would've ant certain death.
He looked up at the Grand Magus, realizing the sheer might he was up against. This wasn't rely a grand magus, but a master of one of the universe's most enigmatic laws: Ti. It was suddenly clear to Ery why the Nephilims held the Kronos faction in such esteem.
Kronos' smile was predatory, his eyes reflecting a twisted joy. He took a step forward, pointing a finger at Ery, his intent clear.
"Now, young magus," he purred nacingly, "it's ti for you to et your end."
Kronos, brimming with confidence after his previous success, began weaving intricate hand signs. The arcane symbols circling Kronos began to rotate faster. Ti seed to freeze and shift in strange, unpredictable ways.
Ery could sense the thickening of the atmosphere around him, an invisible web pulling at the fringes of reality. This was the hallmark of a ti spell, and Ery's senses tingled in alarm. The very air shimred and wavered as multiple ripples of distorted ti began to close in on him. They pulsed, much like a heart, but at an accelerated rate, threatening to trap Ery within their deadly embrace.
But Ery, now familiar with the sensation, didn't flee. He had fought against ti magic before, and though it was never an easy feat, he had a card up his sleeve. A spell that was the bane of the law of ti.
Ery tapped into the primal force within him, calling forth the full might of Khaos for one specific spell.
[Gravitational Pressure]
While the vast expanse of space around them offered little to no gravitational force, the domain that Ery had crafted with Khaos was an exception. This artificial space obeyed Ery's will. As he cast his spell, a palpable pressure emanated from him, pushing against the flow of Kronos' ti magic. It was as if he'd cast an anchor into the fabric of space-ti, grounding himself and making it harder for the ti distortions to pull him in.
But Kronos wasn't one to be easily deterred. From the corner of Ery's eye, a familiar flash of light announced the return of the dreaded light spear. Ery moved, but not fast enough. The spear grazed him, tearing through the side of his chest rather than impaling him directly. Pain seared through him, but the agony also brought clarity.
Kronos' once triumphant smirk faltered. The one-inch difference between a fatal blow and a glancing strike might have been minimal, but it signified Ery's growing resistance to the Ti Magus' magic.
Blood trickling down from the fresh wound, Ery growled, his expression turning feral. As if heeding his call, energy surged into his hand as he raised his [Blade Claw], the dark, razor-sharp extensions glinting nacingly.
Kronos took a step back, realization dawning that he had underestimated his opponent. But Ery, determination blazing in his eyes, advanced. The two combatants, each a master of their art, prepared to clash once more. The final round of their duel was about to begin.
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