Although the wound Vlad inflicted on the Voroe Sage was undeniably impressive—particularly after being amplified by the power of the Mark of Cain—he still could not help but frown deeply.
Vlad had utilized the full strength of his Sundering Concept in that strike, a spatial power potent enough to sever Sage-level steel as if it were paper. By all logic, it should have easily sliced the Voroe's arm cleanly off. There was no way flesh and bone could resist the immense power derived from the Law of Space.
The only reasonable explanation for why the attack had failed to completely sever the limb was that the Vorometallicae's body had already been tempered by the power of Laws to an extraordinary degree, reaching a level far beyond the Sage tier.
"He is strong," Vlad thought gravely as his eyes sharpened intensely. His mind quickly blocked out everything else, zeroing in entirely on the enemy before him.
"THUMP!"
