Tyrant II

Time slowed down as Emir's instincts kicked in, immediately activating his Temporal Perception ability.

His gaze remained locked with the Maligorth's bladed appendages.

'Down.'

Emir dove to the side, narrowly evading the lethal swipe.

The monster's attack tore through the air, sending a gust of wind whipping past his body. The sheer force of the strike reverberated through the cavern, causing the walls to tremble.

Emir's mind raced, adrenaline fueling his every move.

He had to find a way to counter the monster's assault, at least until his plan took form, but the odds seemed overwhelmingly stacked against him.

With his daggers still gripped tightly in his hands, he prepared to face the Maligorth head-on, determined to survive this deadly encounter by any means necessary.

In an instant, the atmosphere crackled with Aether as he tapped into the wellspring of his Celestial Essence.