What kind of a mage was Ren?
No one dared to ask. Even uttering the question would be like acknowledging his power — or worse, admitting they believed what they saw.
To everyone, Ren wasn't a prodigy. He was a cheater. A thief. Nothing more. That was the truth they clung to, the only way they could justify what was happening before their eyes.
The four Swordsmen quickly recovered from their shock and rushed at him. Their faces twisted with fury, weapons raised high. They had no more time or mana to waste on questions.
Their swords cut through the air, but Ren moved before the blades even reached him. His footwork was light, precise — sidestepping each swing with uncanny timing. Steel sliced through where he'd been a second before, and his counterstrikes came swift and ruthless.
