I walk up and down the aisles, picturing the two silver blades aimed at my core and heart slowly piercing through my flesh. The microseconds pass as the rush of new stat points adds to my base power. My speed and agility are what I have to rely on most for the plan I've devised next. I slowly make my way back to the white marble throne and replay the exact movements my body has to make in my mind a hundred times. I want to make them feel more intuitive, like second nature, before turning around and sitting down on the white throne again. Once I do, a single deep breath in and out is all it takes for my split consciousness to combine into one and force myself into action. Power surges through my body, and I give up on trying to land the perfect shot on the Dragon's core. The only thing I do right now is step off the air with as much force as I can with my right foot and twist my body with the newfound speed, strength, and agility coursing through me. The movement I practiced in my mind hundreds of times while walking through the aisles is happening in real-time. While the pleasure of receiving tens of thousands of base stat points feels immaculate, the sensation of silver blades tethered with Divine energy multiple times denser and more potent than my own tearing through my flesh definitely cancels this good feeling out. This being may have denser Divine energy than me, but the amount of torque and speed generated by my spin launches me upward while the blades are still inside my body. However, only two plans come to mind. One I'll try first, but based on the fact that this invisible force went in for the kill shot just moments ago, I'm already thinking of ways to attempt the second option and risk changing my flight path. I grit my teeth and let out a wave of telepathy in all directions. "Who are you? Why have you come here? What do you want from me? Maybe we can come to an agreement rather than trying to kill each other!" As the pulse goes out, usually I can establish a link with someone if they're within range, but for some reason, the only link I form is with the dragon falling to the remains of the desert floor. The force in the sky is invisible, not a trace is picked up even by my All-Seeing Eye enhanced by my True Core. Even so, I try again. Multiple times actually. Sending out requests for this being's name, where they're from, and what they want. While it's pointless in one regard, not getting any feedback from my enemy, I've also managed to heal up my wounds in this time and have prepared to test my second option. I take a deep breath and make dense shielding around my vitals instead of charging my blades. A counterattack against this opponent feels pointless; their swords would cut through mine like butter. It's best I focus on dodging getting hit in the vitals because it is inevitable that the silver blades will hit me again. My mind's eye locks onto the dragon falling deeper and deeper into the darkness, and I make a sharp turn in the air to head toward it. My heart beats even faster, and my breaths get heavier as my adrenaline pumps and fuels my footsteps forward. I'm finally starting to understand what other monsters feel when I endlessly slaughter them in the dungeons with my stealth skills and limiter activated. It is unnerving to face an invisible and superior opponent. Nevertheless, I follow through on the only logical plan I have in mind. If I can't kill the attacker, I'll kill their dragon. Odds are, there is some kind of soul bond in place. I don't know why else a dragon would be working with a human. As my direction changes, I question if whatever I'm fighting is even human in the first place. It wields two swords, so this is my first assumption. However, it could be a demon, or another rogue dragon in human form, or an entirely new species of monster. As my altitude drops and I do a full turn in the air, these racing questions soon cease as I feel the burning pressure of two silver blades cutting deep into my left side. One aimed straight for my core again, and the other deep into my gut. I wince at the burning pain, but I've been here before. While the gut shot won't be pretty, it's not a fatal hit. I can let it pierce me without shifting my trajectory at all and heal it once I get away.. A direct hit to the core, on the other hand, will be impossible to recover from. The only problem is, I don't have the near infinite amount of time as I did last time to perfect my movements to escape. I have the speed and agility to do so, I just have one try and can't mess this up. In a state of extreme stress, I activate all of my mental attack skills: Intimidation, Confusion, and even Flash and Screech for more area distortion. Every element in my arsenal activates, sending waves of fire, ice, water, earth, air, lightning, darkness, and light materializing in the air where the general body of the attacker should be. I use flash step along with all of my buffs to move even faster forward, while activating Stealth to make my own appearance disappear from view. My intuition tells me that if I can't see this monster, then there's a good chance even with my Divine Energy-enhanced stealth skill activated, it can still sense me; so I activate one of the newest skills I obtained while fighting the dragon less than an hour ago, Echo. In my place, it recreates a perfect image of me that hasn't moved downward with enhanced speed. The difference in placement may only be a few centimeters at most, but to avoid a fatal blow, that's all I need. This violent eruption of skills is more of a flashbang to distract my enemy rather than do any damage, so I don't hold back—I have to make it count. The immense burst of energy is all enhanced by Divine Energy, and it explodes like a bomb powerful enough to make the same crater I formed with the dragon over again in a single release.