Without the mobility of Radiant Teleportation, Seventy-Six couldn't even bring thirty percent of his power to bear.
His modifications from the Assassin Court were designed solely for assassination; unlike an Imperial Knight, he was not suited for direct confrontation.
'Kill this Tier Two Mage, who's even more powerful than Warlord Nico?'
'For the Divine Emperor's sake.'
'Seventy-Six decided it would be wiser to force a retreat with Radiant Teleportation and gamble that the warped space-time wouldn't tear him to shreds.'
Having said his piece, Enok grinned at Seventy-Six. His disdainful gaze was that of a man looking down upon an ant. He gently pointed a finger of his left hand at Seventy-Six's shoulder and whispered, "Fold."
The instant the word left his lips,
a horrifyingly immense Wizard's Power erupted from within Seventy-Six's shoulder!
