Jiece's voice cut through the chaos.
"What the hell is going on here? And how did you manage to take them down so quickly?"
Silas let out a low chuckle, dusting stray debris from his sleeve.
"Trying to bait me into monologuing? Buy yourself some time?" He tilted his head slightly, amusement lacing his tone. "You take me for some fool? Like I'd just spill how I counter shard users so efficiently?"
His fingers flexed slightly, his eyes gleaming beneath what remained of his ruined mask.
"With all your military resources, you should be able to figure it out yourself."
He lifted his hand.
The black butterfly Ikona fluttered down, landing delicately at the tip of his finger.
Silas flicked his wrist, and the black-purple orb rippled outward, cutting through the air like a bullet.
Jiece's muscles tensed. He recognized it.
The same attack that had driven his men into madness.