An annoying thought rang in Caxellac's mind as he felt the power of the creature in front of him surge dramatically.
This… this had to be the influence of yet another Class in the Mercurian Long-Snout's possession.
He didn't know which Class it was specifically, as there were several that had that basic effect of increasing the power of subordinates or vessels, but the matter still stood.
Wary and livid, Caxellac attempted to move as quickly as he could to defend while using his depleting Null Life Essence reserves as efficiently as possible, and at the same keeping a keen awareness of any changes to his environment.
These layered strains made sure he wasn't faster than the Sallow Face, however.