"Activate Reaper’s Dominion."
Cael stepped forward as the words left his mouth, and although nothing visibly changed. The space around him, within a radius of fifteen ters, no longer behaved the sa way.
The flas continued to burn, and the shattered streets remained as they were.
But the flow of movent within that space felt subtly misaligned, as if every action within it had been shifted ever so slightly out of sync.
The [Captain] rank wraith noticed it the mont it entered.
It did not stop, but its instincts reacted. Its gaze sharpened as it focused on Cael, sensing that sothing about the field had shifted in a way it could not imdiately understand.
Cael did not wait.
The mont the wraith entered his range, he acted.
’Suppress.’
His will spread across the dominion and latched onto the wraith, attempting to interfere with its rank and force it down to a lower stage.
Suppression was not an attack or pressure; it was a direct interference with the opponent’s level of existence, forcing their power to drop as if they were weaker or unstable.
For a brief mont, Cael expected resistance.
But nothing happened.
The wraith’s presence remained unchanged, its power intact and completely unaffected.
Its miasma flickered slightly, reacting to the intrusion, but it did not weaken in the slightest.
Cael’s mind raced as he understood instantly.
’It seems suppression only works on mana users.’
’Unlike wraiths, who use miasma, a different source of power.’
The wraith moved.
It closed the distance in an instant, its arm coated in dense miasma as it aid a direct strike toward Cael’s chest.
The attack was fast enough to erase hesitation, carrying enough force to tear through anything in its path.
Cael’s eyes widened as his body reacted instinctually.
Wind gathered around him, not in a violent surge but in tightly controlled currents that enhanced his movent and sharpened his reflexes.
His perception aligned with the field’s distorted rhythm as he stepped to the side, avoiding the attack by the narrowest margin.
The strike passed him, but the force behind it displaced the air violently, brushing against him and leaving a sharp sting across his side.
The wraith followed imdiately with another attack, this ti aid at his neck.
Cael leaned back while shifting his footing, the wind supporting his balance and guiding his body into the exact position needed to avoid the strike without losing control of his stance.
’It was too fast.’
His eyes narrowed.
’One hit is enough to kill .’
The wraith pressed forward.
Its attacks beca continuous, each one layered with increasing speed and precision.
Miasma wrapped around its limbs, extending its reach and amplifying its lethality as it attempted to overwhelm him through relentless pressure.
Cael did not counter imdiately as he focused on reading.
Wind flowed along his body and around his sword, sharpening his perception and enhancing the edge of his sword.
Cael’s movents remained minimal, guided by instinct rather than conscious thought as he stepped, turned, and adjusted with exact timing.
Every strike missed him by a narrow margin.
The difference between survival and death remained razor thin.
The wraith noticed.
Its kind was born from blood, war, and slaughter.
So, it did not take long for the Wraith to understand that the boy in front of it was not relying on speed alone.
Then Wraith’s attacks shifted, becoming less predictable, breaking patterns, and varying timing in an attempt to disrupt Cael’s rhythm.
Cael moved forward.
This ti, he chose to engage.
His sword cut through the air, enhanced by wind, aiming for the wraith’s side with a precise and controlled slash.
The blade struck. But it did not penetrate.
The impact landed, but the resistance was absolute, as if the blade had struck hardened tal rather than flesh.
Cael imdiately pulled back.
The wraith retaliated instantly.
Its claw shot forward toward Cael’s throat, closing the distance in a blink.
Cael disappeared.
Teleportation activated at the last possible mont, his figure vanishing from the attack and reappearing several ters away.
The ground where he had stood split apart under the force of the strike.
Cael steadied himself.
’Fuck, that was way too close.’
The wraith turned again, locking onto him without delay, and attacked once more without hesitation.
Cael created five dummy clones.
They spread out instantly, surrounding the wraith from multiple angles.
Each clone held a sword enhanced by wind, their movents synchronized as they closed in to strike.
The wraith reacted without confusion.
Its arm swung once, destroying one clone instantly before shifting its position and striking again.
The remaining clones attacked simultaneously, their blades landing across the wraith’s body from different directions.
None of them penetrated.
The wraith’s defenses held firm as its claw swept through the remaining clones in a single motion, dispersing them into fading particles.
Cael remained still for a brief mont.
’I have no offensive skill capable of breaking its defense.’
’If only I were a [Gold] ranker.’
The wraith advanced again as its attacks beca sharper.
Cael’s movent began to slow under accumulating fatigue as the wind continued to support his reflexes, allowing him to avoid fatal strikes.
And the fatigue continued to build.
A claw grazed his shoulder, tearing slightly into his clothes.
Another strike passed dangerously close to his side.
The next one aid directly at his neck, arriving faster than before.
Cael stepped back, but the timing was off, and the attack had already reached him.
’Ti Deceleration.’
The world slowed.
The wraith’s movent stretched, its attack no longer instantaneous as the flow of ti around Cael shifted.
Cael moved within that slowed space, avoiding the strike and imdiately stepping forward.
Wind concentrated along his blade as he thrust his sword toward the wraith’s eye, aiming for the only vulnerable point he had identified.
The distance closed.
The blade penetrated the eye socket.
At that exact mont, exhaustion struck him, and Cael deactivated Ti Deceleration as the strain on his body intensified.
The world returned to normal.
The wraith reacted instantly.
Its hand shot up and gripped the blade before it could be driven deeper into its brain, stopping the thrust completely.
Cael pushed forward, trying to force the blade further in, but the wraith’s strength halted the motion entirely, preventing any further progress.
The grip tightened.
The blade did not move.
Cael released the sword imdiately and retreated, avoiding the follow-up strike that ca toward him.
His breathing no longer remained controlled, and his body felt heavier.
His mana had dropped significantly.
’I only have a little mana left.’
He retrieved a mana recovery potion and drank it without hesitation.
The flow of mana returned, stabilizing him slightly and easing the strain on his body.
The wraith pulled the sword out of its eye.
Dark blood dripped slowly from the damaged socket, trailing down its face in thick streaks before falling onto the cracked ground below.
Its body trembled slightly.
Then the Wraith roared furiously.
"ROOAAAARRRRR"
The sound filled with killing intent spread through the street.
Cael watched it.
A faint smirk ford on his lips.
"Why aren’t you speaking anything?"
He tilted his head slightly, his tone calm despite the situation.
"Oh, right, I rember now. Only a few lucky ones from your race can speak, wasn’t it?"
He took a slow step forward.
"I was curious. Care to explain?"
He paused for a mont, then clicked his tongue lightly.
"Ah... my bad."
His eyes sharpened.
"Don’t tell you’re just a brute bastard who can’t speak?"
The wraith’s killing intent surged in response, its focus locking onto Cael completely.
Cael extended his hand.
The sword rose from where it had fallen, carried by the wind as it returned to his grasp.
He caught it firmly.
Wind gathered once more around his body, reinforcing his movents and sharpening his blade.
The battle was still ongoing.
Both of them stepped forward at the sa ti.
Then suddenly...
A cold wave swept across the streets.
The temperature dropped abruptly, and the flas that had burned monts ago began to weaken and disappear as frost spread across the ground.
Moisture gathered in the air, and the wind shifted unnaturally as the entire environnt began to change.
Both Cael and the wraith paused.
Above them, the sky distorted as cold air spiraled upward, gathering into a single point.
Moisture condensed rapidly, and the temperature dropped even further as the phenonon took shape.
A massive cold blue moon ford in the sky, spanning nearly three hundred ters, its presence dominating the battlefield as its cold light spread across the streets.
The air froze, the burning city stilled under its influence, and even the wraith felt its body stiffen under that overwhelming presence.
Cael looked up.
He imdiately knew who it was.
"She’s here."
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[A/N: I am sorry for the slow updates for the past week. I was a little busy due to an Event at ho.
And I relied on AI to write the past 7 to 9 Chapters. But don’t worry, I won’t be using AI in the upcoming Chapters.
That said, I intend to make up for it by releasing 3 Chapters a day for the next 5 days.]
Thank You.
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