The Truth [Part 1]

Reacting with lightning reflexes, Sura raised his hands, shifting the spears' trajectories with a flick of his wrists.

The glassy weapons veered off course, embedding themselves in the walls with thunderous impacts that disintegrated the wall.

But Northern's assault did not end there.

A black lance, like solid darkness, crackled into his hands. He narrowed his eyes to a slit and slid forward with little to no effort, piercing the air and reaching Sura in a jiffy.

Taken aback, eyes widened, Sura staggered back yet again in a desperate attempt to save himself from the ominous black lance that Northern was now hurling towards him.

He tripped clumsily and fell, causing Northern's black lance to sway over his head, cutting a few strands of hair.