The woman had indeed blinked. There was no mistaking that, because Kallen and Neo had both been monitoring each other's aura. The odds of both of them seeing things or being dragged into an illusion together were simply too low.
Immediately afterward, the weapons on the backs of the two male clerics behind the woman-one carrying a greatsword, the other a spear-gave a faint tremor almost simultaneously.
Kallen and Neo both began retreating, trying to put some distance between them.
"Hum!" "Hum!"
The spear and greatsword flew up and into their respective owners' hands. Then the two men vanished from where they stood and appeared directly before Kallen and Neo.
A greatsword cleaved straight down toward Kallen's face with overwhelming pressure. A tremendous suction enveloped its edge, preventing the wings formed by Thousand Enchantments from pulling Kallen out of range in time. They could only fold forward and wrap around him protectively.
"Bang!"
Kallen was smashed into the sand pool like a massive lead ball hurled down with force.
But he soon beat his wings and flew out of the sand. Rather than immediately engaging the swordsman above again, he moved behind the spearman attacking Neo.
Kallen extended his right hand. The wings behind him surged forward, coalescing into a scimitar in his hand, while a star glow rapidly appeared in his left palm. He had begun preparing the spell art when he was struck into the sand pool, and now it had fully formed.
Then Kallen charged forward, slashing his scimitar down at the spearman's back as he released the star glow in his left palm. The ground beneath the spearman instantly petrified, and enormous barbed spikes grew rapidly from all directions, every tip aimed at him. This was Death Worship.
It was two against two. There was no