“I do have some abilities.”
The handsome man’s eyes narrowed, his expression hardening into genuine seriousness.
“You’re not bad either.”
Logan’s tone stayed calm, but inwardly he was taken aback. Since stepping into the land of immortals he had never met a true equal. Yet today, one stood before him.
“Come again!” the handsome man growled.
The light around him condensed once more. The broken shadow of the whale did not vanish—instead it fractured into thousands of silver light-fish, each fin lined with tiny blades. Darting through the water, they wove an impenetrable net of light.
A flick of his fingertips shrank the net. Countless light-fish hissed as they dove for the sword-platform beneath Logan, shredding the sea into spiderweb cracks wherever they passed.