To match with his Bestial Magecraft, the mercury armor slowly flowed and changed, becoming thin silver hairs on his arms.

“—!”

Suddenly, the armored hand became hazy.

I had not noticed Faker approaching.

And then, there was the sound of two hard things crashing against each other. The sound happened twice, no, thrice. The continuously reverberating echo had probably been caused by a number of sounds many times greater than that.

Svin’s reflexes, which were beyond the capabilities of the strengthening of regular mages, allowed him to meet all of Faker’s attacks. Volumen Hydrargyrum, the Mystic Code created by the person who used to be my brother, Kayneth El-Melloi Archibald, was also enough to parry Faker’s attacks.

Sparks flew and scattered all across the underground cavern.

Lord El-Melloi II's Case Files: Grand Roll (Middle); Chapter 1, Part 3