The silence didn't last.
Geoffrey stood.
His frame had broadened, his stance more solid. He looked younger now than he had just moments ago, despite being in his late forties.
His short gray beard looked sharper. He looked more like a warlord than a king.
His wounds were gone. His eyes glowed white, cold, focused. His face showed no pain.
Isaac narrowed his gaze and finally scanned the man's status.
[Name: Geoffrey Aretha]
[Type: Lightning Mage]
[Rank: Class S++]
[Status: Pissed]
[Abilities: Unknown - Authority too low]
[Hidden Trait: Unknown - Authority too low]
"Tch.."
Before Geoffrey could speak, Isaac rushed in.
He wasn't at full strength, Abyssal Overdrive was on cooldown, but he attacked anyway.
Slash!
Blocked. Geoffrey caught the sickle with a hand crackling with lightning.
Isaac's other blade shot toward the ribs…
Geoffrey seized his arm and hurled him across the plaza.
CRACK!
