His uniqueness deactivated and time retook its course.
Not even an instant passed and yet—
BANG!
The mannequin exploded into shreds of white flesh and blood, the chaotic echoes of aether from Uriel's knee strike too powerful for it to do anything.
HUM!
Uriel landed with deft agility, slicking his hair back, then licking his lips, then his gums, and then his canines, as if a predator only now finally getting the taste of blood it so desired.
He clapped his hands and in a blink, dozens of new mannequins appeared, each much more powerful than the original mannequin.
"If I win too easily then it's no fun!"
The spell sentry proudly stood behind him, golden and sacred, a stark contrast to the profane madness he displayed and drowned in.
"Come!"
….
It turned out Uriel had overrated himself, massively.
Surrounded by the horde of mannequins, the scene was reminiscent of him facing off against the squad of Flon-Men not too long ago.
All his flaws were laid bare.
