The reality before Damian was a surreal one.
He watched the scene ahead through eyes that crackled with blue flame, winged pupils perceiving flows of Mana and corruption in ways his human form could never have achieved.
The landscape had been transformed by his attack, scorched earth and crystallized stone replacing what had once been forests and hills. Smoke rose from a thousand points across the terrain.
And at the center of that devastation lay the demon.
The Kishi that had been so terrifying, so overwhelming, so utterly beyond his ability to harm with his spear... had turned into a dark scorched piece of meat. The combined form he had taken, multiple Land and Sky Physiques woven together with the Primordial Tongue, had accomplished what seemed impossible moments ago.
The creature that had melted chunks from a Beast Lord and corrupted entire regions of the Lands of Stone was now a charred mass twitching weakly amid the ruins of its domain.
