The Usurper’s Treasure Box (8) Kwaaaah! A deafening roar burst forth. The aftershock alone held enough power to reduce a planet to dust.
And Taesan pushed forward through that force. He advanced steadily toward the Usurper. But the Usurper stomped his foot.
“You can’t reach me.”
With those short words, a power ignited. The distance between Taesan and the Usurper was forcibly expanded. Like two repelling magnets, the closer Taesan got, the further the Usurper moved away.
“What kind of power is this?”
Taesan grumbled, swinging his arm. Mana condensed, forming thousands of ash-gray streaks.
[You have activated the Multicolored Rainbow Sprint [Boundary].]
[You have activated Precision Hit.]
Ku-ku-ku-ku-gung!
The ash-gray streaks swept through space, rushing toward the Usurper. The expanding space was compressed forcefully, closing the gap.
Ka-aang!
But the moment the streaks touched the Usurper, they shattered like glass shards.
Taesan frowned.
The streaks, made of mana and ash-gray substance, transformed into matter, then broke apart. Though he couldn’t be sure, they seemed like fragments of a concept.
“The floor is nowhere to be seen.”
Decay, exile, oppression, exclusion, monotone, and so on. The Usurper had drawn out more than ten powers. Of course, they were nothing but imitations at best.