Traps

Raven lunged forward, his blade a blur, the iron ringing with heat as it clashed with Roof's glowing sword.

Sparks flew with each strike, and for all his supposed disadvantages, Roof managed to keep up. His golden eyes glimmered with focus, the trademark of the Schlieffen Mystical Arts.

Raven, however, was relentless, pressing his opponent back step by step.

Then, with a flick of his wrist, Raven suddenly unleashed a flurry of daggers from within his cloak.

Roof's pupils contracted, and for a split second, his world slowed.

The Schlieffen Mystical Arts weren't just about enhanced combat; they were about perception, about reading the flow of battle like words on a page.

Roof's golden eyes glinted as he moved instinctively, deflecting the incoming blades.