Count Seliola had already made up his mind. He would stake all his honor and his life if he had to, but he would break through the confinement before him.
He slowly lowered his body. The secret silver skin that had covered him vanished, and the psychic energy around him began to burn like flames. He closed his eyes slightly, so his opponent wouldn't notice his gaze. In truth, however, he had only lowered his eyelids a little, letting his eyes go slightly unfocused as he tracked every movement of all three of his opponents.
Many so-called "experts" had said that true masters didn't see with their eyes, but with their hearts. But Count Seliola, a bona fide demigod, thought that was complete nonsense. The Spirit of the Universe had bestowed upon its eldest son—the human body—every organ, every bone, and every part of the body, each of them containing the truths of the universe. How could any of them be useless? The stronger a person truly was, the more they needed to make full use of their abilities.
After entering the Fifth Ring, Count Seliola had used the Knights' secret psychic arts to strengthen his body, especially his most important asset: his eyes.
Now, his eyes could see spatial fissures that even the most advanced instruments couldn't detect, and could just as easily track every direction his enemies might take.
The psychic flames flickered endlessly behind him, coalescing into boundless light that formed a vast shadow. Then the silhouette of an armored warrior swelled out of the darkness at his back once more, taking on a translucent form, like an armored warrior made of faintly glowing glass.
Yani raised a hand. A spear formed of spiritual energy emerged from the space behind her once more and came crashing down