Last Time

Diablo clenched his jaw in frustration as he witnessed Vincent's astonishing increase in speed.

Vincent's movements had undergone a drastic changed, becoming swifter and more agile than ever before. Each of his attacks carried a deadly precision that seemed almost instantaneous. Only through Diablo's sharpened reflexes and instinctive reactions did he manage to maintain his ground.

It defied the natural order of combat, where a moment's thought was necessary to formulate the next move. The gap that should exist, the brief pause to strategize, seemed nonexistent in his seamless movements.

However, for some reason, Diablo could sense that his enemy's current focus was not on him. There was no emotion emanating from his attacks—no anger, no killing intent.

"You're still weak, Diablo. You rely too much on that flame of yours," the silence was suddenly broken as Vincent finally spoke, abruptly ceasing his relentless attack.