[When the moment comes that your strength hits bottom and you can resist no longer, perhaps then even you will be capable of reflecting upon your foolishness.]
Shhk.
My sword cut through empty air.
But none of the usual heavy sensation entered my hand.
Forget the target being light or soft—it felt as though I had cut nothing but air itself.
[All I need do is await that moment.]
Of course, Flash Strike wasn’t a power that directly touched the opponent.
It was a power that swung Mana from a short distance away and erased a fan-shaped area.
But precisely because of that, the strain placed on my wrist when using Flash Strike was considerable.
There might not be any physical weight, but I still had to evenly swing highly compressed energy.
Naturally, that came with recoil.
[Do not worry. I favor the capable. I am willing to wait until you come to see what is right.]
But that recoil never came.
Rather than Flash Strike evaporating the opponent, it felt as though Flash Strike itself had evaporated.
The ring-shaped sun forming Satan’s crown spun round and round before my eyes.
[And I shall personally grant the young and foolish Hero an opportunity as well.]
…What the hell just happened?
Without even having time to mourn the Mana I had thrown away for nothing, I first prepared to create distance from Satan.
Fortunately—or perhaps unfortunately—Satan didn’t launch any additional attack at me either.
Whether Satan lacked the ability to attack, or truly…