Chương 1145: Not Working

A violent rush of pressure spread out from all sides. Starlight's robes, or what remained of them, fluttered wildly, his aura only increasing with every passing moment. And then, everything seemed to become eerily quiet. Whether it was the thunderous storm above, or the crackling of Ryu's lightning flame, it all fell into the very same silence. 

Starlight's gaze, which had just been marred by fury, seemed to have become entirely placid, even his five summoned constellations, which had been exuding mighty presence themselves, became the picture of calmness, not fluctuating even in the slightest. 

Ironically, subtlety and subtleness suddenly took center stage, boldly proclaiming its presence. It became difficult even for those watching the battle to remember that there were actually two people on the battlefield and not just one. For some reason, every time they looked away from Starlight, he would vanish from their psyches until they looked again.