Lily, still smiling as she deflected a soul burst with her bare hand, twirled mid-air and launched a kick that sent Amon sliding back a few feet for the first time.
Amon blinked.
He adjusted his monocle, not out of need, but out of disbelief.
"…Curious," he muttered. "You were hiding that."
Lily giggled. "I'm still hiding things."
She leaned forward like a predator who had found the soft spot in her prey's armor.
She grinned, teeth showing.
"I've been going easy this whole time."
The sky cracked.
Amon raised a single hand to block, and Lily's foot met it mid-air, the impact snapped the clouds in half, a sound like thunder splitting glass rolling across the heavens.
Below them, the shockwave flattened two entire battalions of Tharz Kingdom soldiers.
Men screamed as soul-charged winds hurled them like dolls, armor crumpling under unseen pressure.
Amon didn't budge. But his eyes narrowed behind his monocle.
"Your footwork's better than your brain," he muttered.