The ancient being's golden eyes flickered with something between amusement and disappointment as Adam's attacks continued to rain down upon him—each one deflected, absorbed, or simply ignored.
"Get away from her, old man!" Adam snarled, launching another barrage of Abyssal Piercer that shattered against an invisible barrier inches from the ancient's skin.
"Young ones are so arrogantly loud these days," the ancient murmured, brushing a speck of dust from his robe as if Adam's assault were no more than a mild inconvenience.
Adam pressed the attack. Fire Breath—a cone of searing flame that should have turned stone to slag. The ancient walked through it untouched. Pressurized Spines—a volley of high-velocity projectiles aimed at every vital point. They stopped mid-air and clattered to the ground. Venom of the Void—a concentrated cloud of necrotic poison that would have killed anything living in seconds. The ancient breathed it in, then exhaled with a slight frown.
