Zephyr's golden eyes flickered toward Aman—just for an instant—taking in the unnatural shift in the young man's gaze. Slate gray irises now pulsed with veins of dark blue, like storm clouds swallowing moonlight.
Then he moved.
[Void Step]
The world fractured around him as he reappeared mid-lunge, his saber carving a silver arc toward the spectral warden's crown—its only visible weak point.
Swoosh.
The blade passed through empty air.
Zephyr didn't hesitate. He'd known it wouldn't connect.
This creature—Dreambinder or also known as Spectral Warden—existed between realms, untouchable by physical or aura-based attacks. That was why, despite cutting down it and its countless phantoms, he'd been unable to land a single strike on the true enemy.
[Void Step]
He reappeared behind the warden, boots skimming the obsidian ground as he feinted left. The warden's hollow eyes tracked him effortlessly, staff already crackling with violet energy.
Then—
"NOW!"
