Chapter 289: General (1)
The ruined intersection became a crucible of grinding steel and localized gravity.
Draven Mordis did not face a frantic, screaming fanatic. General Marek was a man built from decades of relentless, unforgiving military discipline. He possessed no high-tier elemental magic.
He did not command the rotting entropy of the Wildlands or the searing flames of a Blood Fire spear. He commanded cold, hardened steel, and he wielded it with a terrifying perfection.
CLANG.
Marek brought his heavy longsword down in a devastating vertical arc. Draven engaged his [Vector Manipulation]. He placed a concentrated pocket of reversed kinetic force directly in the path of the descending blade.
An ordinary Vanguard Knight would have shattered their wrists against the invisible wall.
Marek did not. The instant the General felt the unnatural resistance, he did not try to force the blade through it.
