WOOSH
Noises of pierced winds blasted behind Adam.
Alarmed, he lunged forward. Rolling on Tartarus' soil, he slammed his right palm down, jerking his body into a front flip. Arms blurring to his god slayer and hammer, his eyes darted to his previous location as he landed.
Yet, his frown deepened—still, no one. Worse, his sharp instincts were silent until the very last moment. And even then, he didn't know if a blade, a spear, or a goddamn hammer almost shattered his skull.
'Illusions? I'm immune. Too fast? Can't bypass my instincts. Invisibility?' His eyes narrowed. 'Hades' cap!'
How could he not remember it when it was a divine item in many games? According to the most common legends, Perseus escaped Medusa's sisters with it. 'The wearer is invisible, his energy untraceable, and aura hidden. Troublesome.'
