I raised an eyebrow as the count continued climbing, passing fifty and then sixty, while the luminous threads spread between his palms like an increasingly intricate web. Each new strand added another layer to the structure, yet none of them interfered with the others, and all of them flowed under his control with an ease that seemed almost unnatural.
When the count passed seventy, my earlier confidence vanished entirely, and even Lyrate, who had been preparing to unleash our combined attack, stared at the display in open disbelief.
Eighty.
Ninety.
"Wait, what the hell?" I blurted out, unable to stop myself.
