Sian, who stood closest to Severin, felt a tremor ripple through his body as the sword materialized. An inexplicable dread washed over him as if an aura of death was drowning him. The aura destroyed his lance-gleam dragon in a flash and surged toward him with unabated power.
Following a loud bang, Sian felt a mountain-like impact on his chest. Several of his ribs snapped under the impact. He was sent flying several meters back, dazed as he coughed up blood. Only after he managed to stabilize himself did he look at Severin with horror. Had he not reacted in time to deploy a spiritual light shield, he would have suffered so much more than just a simple injury.
There was fear and awe in his eyes as he glanced at Severin with a conflicted expression. Severin's swordwill have deflected Sian's sword beam and inflicted some heavy wounds on the latter. Had he reacted any slower, the consequences would have been extremely dire. The thought of what might have happened left Sian dripping in cold sweat as he grappled with the impasse.
The same unease gripped Uzair beside him. His purple divine thunderbolt was reduced to nothing when it came within ten meters of Severin's chaotic swordwill. His quick reflexes and rapid use of the defensive treasure spared him from suffering an injury similar to Sian's.
Tobias leaned heavily on his Soul Devouring Nail. He had escaped injury, but his face had paled.
"What kind of swordwill is this?" he muttered perplexedly as he realized that the situation ahead of him was going to be tricky to deal with. Severin's strength surpassed his expectations, as Severin had succeeded in holding his ground against three opponents and was even able to injure Sian.
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