Beneath the broad sweep of lightning and wind blades, Cyril's "Flashes" on the ground and in midair were left with less and less room to survive.
After every apparition produced by "Flash" vanished, Cyril's body suddenly turned illusory, speckled with starlight, and merged with the surrounding space.
"Merging with space!"
This was how an Apprentice's survival ability manifested after reaching the Demigod level. It was both a form of concealment and a way to adapt to the environments of different planets and dimensions across the universe.
The raging storm was also an extreme environment, one that Apprentices could adapt to.
As he merged with space, the dense, tiny currents around him no longer made his skin sting and go numb, and the howling gale no longer kept him from moving.
Of course, the lightning and wind blades striking down from midair could still harm him directly. Attacks of that magnitude were beyond the bounds of adaptation.
"Hmph!"
High above, Ace Snake, the Spellsinger of God, let out a cold snort.
In an instant, the air below him vibrated, erupting like a massive explosion of high explosives. Even the rapidly swirling hurricane was forcibly torn apart, leaving an area of still air.
On the ground, Cyril was trapped in a concealed space shrouded in shadow. He felt warm liquid trickling from his ears—and realized he had gone deaf.
If he hadn't hidden the space around himself in time, that single blast would probably have shattered his body.
"Apprentices are still too fragile."
He murmured in dismay, reaching out. Just as he was about to undo his Space Concealment, an old-fashioned, silver-plated mirror abruptly appeared in his field of vision.
The mirror reflected the scene of the entire neighborhood, layer upon layer, endlessly overlapping.
At the same time, Cyril realized that he