He radiated a mysterious aura of limitless, infinite vitality.
Kallus felt a jolt of alarm. This wasn't just a "hint" of a threat—it was a real, overwhelming pressure. He knew instantly that the person standing before him was a mighty, transcendent being.
If they fought it out, he felt he might not have a great chance of winning. Though he wouldn't lose, he wouldn't win either. That put him at a distinct disadvantage—something he was facing for the first time. After all, most of the battles he had taken part in had always been under his control at worst, and at best, he had effortlessly breezed through them.
This put him on guard in front of this person. He even summoned his weapon in its katana form, holding the sheath with his left hand while his right hand was ready to draw the sword at any moment.
