"I'll teach you one thing," he said, giving the blades a spin. "Times have changed, kid."
Then he moved.
It wasn't teleportation, but it looked like one.
One moment he was standing still, and the next he was inches from Isaac, daggers already aimed for the neck.
Isaac stepped back just enough.
His sword moved faster than most could track, coated in its white aura.
One clean arc forced the old man to twist away.
Their feet scraped across cracked pavement.
Isaac followed, slashing with calm, practiced movements.
The old man flipped backward, then disappeared entirely.
But Isaac didn't panic.
He used his skill.
[Sovereign of Land.]
Through the earth, he could feel vibrations—small, subtle patterns that most would miss. His breath slowed. Then—
There.
A presence skimming just above the surface. It was running so fast that it was barely touching the ground.
Isaac slammed his foot down.
