Lorraine's Book - 1

The newly created black orb had several advantages. Among them, the most striking was its increased convenience.

Originally, summoning Shadow Thorns required several steps. First, I had to create a Shadow or select an existing one. Then, I'd infuse the desired amount of mana into that Shadow, pull it out, adjust its position and form in the desired direction, and make it erupt.

Still, it was undeniable that the preparatory steps were quite cumbersome. But with the Shadow orb, I could literally just *click* and Shadow Thorns would appear, attacking enemies instantly. This allowed me to attack several times faster than usual.

But what the hell was that *crazy bastard* doing? Not only did he effortlessly dodge the Shadow Thorns that were hard to follow with the eye, but he also flicked his hand and shattered all the rising Shadow Thorns.

I frowned, thinking that I could never get used to that level of strength, no matter how many times I saw it. Soon, I moved my body quickly, trying to get behind him.

If I reached out to grab him, he would vanish instantly, as if what I had seen was an illusion. If I tried to pierce him with Shadow Thorns, a single, light flick of his hand would block everything.

Everything was blocked far too easily. Others might have thought I was repeating meaningless actions, but the more I repeated them, the faster my proficiency increased, and at the same time...

I was gradually catching up to his speed and power, which had seemed utterly insurmountable. Of course, I was still far from enough.

At first, I couldn't react at all to his attacks. But now, I had grown enough to say I was fighting back. If I pushed just a little further, I might even be able to grab his clothes and get entangled with him.

So, even if I experienced the pain of my entire body shattering, my bones twisting, and my flesh disintegrating into thousands of pieces hundreds or thousands of times, I would continue to push forward, believing in this small growth...