Azrael didn't say anything, but Sylas could almost read him. He felt that the man was in shock that he had to use such a Skill the moment their battle began. It seemed like fury was billowing deep within him, but his expression was as calm as the surface of a lake.
The sphere flickered and vanished. A black blade appeared in Azrael's palm, and he took a step forward. He fell from the sides, and his body became as swift as a swallow. Sylas almost saw the arc of black before it descended, sealing off his paths of retreat.
Even with his mind, Sylas simply couldn't find an easy method through this. Even if he had been at his peak state, this battle would have been nigh impossible. This man felt even more powerful to him than the poison bouncer he fought earlier in the day, but the worst part was that this Azrael didn't even seem to be trying very hard.