The water began to rise, first to his ankles, then to his knees. An invisible current ran across the surface, its purpose clear, limiting Kyrian's movements, and reducing his mobility. At the same time, dozens of condensed water blades appeared around him, each one glowing with a bluish light.
They shot forward.
Kyrian did not retreat. His body moved with a precision that bordered on the supernatural, every movement economical and efficient. One blade passed beside his face, so close that he felt the wind against his skin. Another was deflected by his saber, the metal cutting through the water with a sharp sound. A third was avoided by only a few centimeters, his body twisting at the last instant.
His movements were extremely economical, he did not waste energy, did not make unnecessary movements, and did not hesitate. His eyes observed everything, processing every trajectory, every angle, every speed.
