My All-Seeing Eye is already activated. Every bit of my perception has been on full blast since this fight began, yet it's been hopeless. Now, as the notification of its upgrade rings in my ear and my Divine Threads tether with the new pulse of aura that radiates out from my eyes, a whole new world becomes visible around me. I thought my perception abilities were nearly at their peak, but I've been deceiving myself all along. It's like my eyes have finally opened once again. It feels just like the first time I absorbed this skill during the C-Class exams in that labyrinth. Back then, it was one of the first times I started seeing the dungeons for what they really were, beginning to see individual mana particles in the air and learning how monsters and the system itself truly worked. Now, the countless new data points entering my mind feel as if the veil has finally been lifted, and I'm seeing reality around me for what it really is once again. Everything looks more vibrant, like golden sparkles of never-before-seen light create and glue reality together between every particle in the atmosphere. Even the oxygen atoms in the air are visible down to the protons and neutrons in their cores, I can see the glue that binds even them together and that's not even the end. It's like I'm peering into the building blocks of reality, down to microscopic levels I never knew were even there. My Mythic Grade All-Seeing Eye pulses through the desert, enhanced by the burning hot strength of my Divine Threads, overturning every building block of reality in the atmosphere. Even so, as I airstep higher into the sky to face off against the mysterious hazel-eyed woman, I'm not able to sense her until she comes within a deadly range. I'm only able to barely sense her, basically just a vague intuitive outline of her being as she comes within 10 meters of me, and can only see her for what she really is and her status information when she's making contact with my purple barrier. Instead of reflecting her away in fear of getting hit like every time before, I want to make a move and go on the offensive. I use every bit of divine energy I would have manifested into a yellow hexagon and channel it into both my blades. I twist my body the moment I see her entire greater form, swinging my swords upward to clash with her silver swords and lock eyes with this assassin again. This time, I'm smiling wide as we both stand still clashing in the sky, radiating pulses of divine light like a beacon rippling through the air for hundreds and hundreds of kilometers. I can even sense the excess radiation and sound of this clash reach some of the smaller towns and villages in the outer bits of the populated areas of Sector 2. We're at nearly identical strength, and the burning divine energy in our True Cores is extremely similar too. My reaction time and speed are faster than hers, and my defensive power is too. However, this sword wielder's stamina is far greater than my own, and if she wanted to run away, it would be impossible for me to locate her. Still, even with this change in my technique, blocking her with my swords instead of the logical reflective barrier move, her emotions and physical state don't change at all. Her gaze is locked on my core, and her conviction to fight doesn't waver. There is no malice in her movements, and unlike the dragon that was battling me before, it doesn't seem like she's being forced to do anything. The sword wielder is here because she wants to be. She wants to fight because she's enjoying it. Nothing more, nothing less. This realization is both exciting and also a bit worrying. There is nothing more dangerous than an opponent . I know so, because I myself have felt the same way many, many times before... My instincts tell me, there is no reasoning with her. The only way this battle ends is if one of us falls to the other's blades. We stay locked in the sky with our blades colliding. She pushes mine back a few centimeters, and I do the same as more and more pulses of silky Divine Threads seep from our cores through our blades and out into the completely decimated desert. There's nothing at all left below us but an impossibly deep ravine stretching further than mortal eyes can see. Despite this, we continue on. The scraping of divine energy tethered to greater form's swords echo through the air, and finally, we both go in for the kill at exactly the same time. Both of our right-handed swords break away from the other's left, aiming for the core, but we both twist our bodies and dodge, only piercing one another's sides while flying through the air onward in the opposite direction. Once again, her yellow divine residue tears a gaping hole in my stomach after it pierces through my armor like butter, but the slow healing process begins while I airstep around, charging my blades to get ready for another exchange. Another clash ripples through the air, shockwaves traveling over a thousand kilometers, less than a second after our last exchange. A small yellow slash from my own divine energy residue is visible on her side once we meet again. While mine is healing, hers is still burning bright. However, instead of being concerned, the hardly noticeable grin on her face grows just slightly as both of us go in for the kill again. Over and over, a new style of battle continues in the sky. Now that I can see my attacker, we're on equal footing. When she takes me by surprise in awkward angles, I manifest reflective barriers, and when she attacks straight on, our blades hit every time. On the head-on attacks, both of us always leave those with wounds. Although they're not severe, they do build up over time. Mine heal, but not fast enough. I have slashes all over my legs, arms, chest, and torso. However, the silver sword user does too. The collisions only get more frequent, ramping up to multiple clashes per second. The waves of divine energy that erupt from our collisions are stacking together and pulsing out further and further into the Dark Continent and Volcanic Region. To the south, more and more lava erupts from the active volcanoes, and the mana in the air is being distorted by the constant energy pulses to create and break dungeons. My Plunderer skill absorbs so much mana from the air that pockets of dense mana are flooding into drained portions of the atmosphere and odd phenomena are occurring down below in the crater where the dead zone of the desert used to be. Rogue dungeons are being formed from the excess mana residue trapped in our divine energy pulses.