Yes, his opponent was undeniably powerful.
Eric had known that from the very beginning. From the moment Hector entered the scene with that twisted smirk and overwhelming aura, Eric understood that he wasn't facing a conventional threat. It is what he hadn't fully grasped, what had slipped through the cracks of his calculations was the scale of Hector's madness. His imagination, his sheer creative cruelty, had been underestimated.
And now, that oversight was catching up with him in the form of an attack that could level the entire building.
A tornado of serrated frost tore through the corridor like a living beast, flinging shards of ice at impossible speeds. The whirlwind wasn't just elemental, it was born of raw mystic artistry. Eric had faced countless foes, each with their own techniques and tricks. However, Hector's genius for destruction was something else that blew his mind out.
A low growl formed in Eric's throat as he threw a punch into the open air.
