***
Amon broke the arrow, his amethyst eyes glaring at the hooded figure before him.
A long red robe covered his body partly while a hood was pulled over his face, concealing his facial features.
Golden lines and engravings ran along the length of the robe, giving it a cult-like appearance.
The hooded figure didn't move, but his body stuttered for a second, seemingly taken aback by what Amon had just done.
"Spacial affinity?" His voice came out, glitched and surprised.
'Hmmm, didn't the news of my affinities spread throughout the kingdom? And how can he move under the influence of my skill?' Amon observed.
Amon deactivated [Void Eyes], seeing that he was still fine.
'Something is protecting him from my skill.' Amon noticed.
It was probably the robe or another artifact.
Or maybe he was stronger than his skill. Amon didn't know.
The man was too mysterious.