190. Transendence

Opposite Nix who was holding the very same dagger in which Astaroth dwell was himself. He was wearing a sinister smile and looked down on Nix. He couldn't control the split of consciousness. He was indeed able to perceive his mind and be stable but his other consciousness raged through. The ability to control his body was even superior to his very own. 

The footwork, the way he carries himself, the way he held the sword, the unwavering eyes, everything was top notch and superior to how normally he used to be.

His body tore into the dimension and reappeared behind Astaroth.

{Ohh, I have underestimated you! Your past self should have been a well-versed swordsman, in battles as you.}

He said with a smirk and faded like a speck of dust and appeared in a far distance.