Under the effects of Law distortion, the pale golden sunlight moved and gleamed like flowing liquid. Bathed in that golden radiance, even the sand and dust lying ever more silently within the dark crater began to glitter brilliantly. The flickering specks of light were fragments of crushed crystal rolling in the wind, while every fleeting flash of splendor in the air was a semi-energetic product woven from light and shadow.
In this space, which had unknowingly fallen completely silent, the Legendary Mage clad in a Star Robe resembling the night sky had stood alone for several Magic Hours. His enemy had patiently concealed himself and prepared to attack, but when had a spellcaster ever lacked patience?
For Punk, who had cast Muse's Twisted World, continuing this standoff—one in the light and one in the dark—was most advantageous. At most, all he had to do was maintain the power of his Legendary Magic and remain vigilant for several hours. But how long Bill-Kaiton, forced to hide in the shadows under the pressure of distorted laws, could endure was another question.
"Would you like to test our patience, Mr. Kaiton?"
Punk calmly sent his mental voice toward the empty radiance. Knowing full well that his enemy could receive the message, his expression remained utterly composed.
He did not risk casting any spells to search the area, because he knew his enemy might be right beside him. A sharp dagger might already have locked onto his head. At such a time, even the smallest opening was unacceptable. This prolonged battle of attrition should continue like this... preferably for days and nights, until the rogue hiding in the shadows could no longer bear the drain and revealed himself!
And during that time... the leisurely Legendary Mage could continue provoking the concealed assassin with his