The glyph winding up Seth's arms stirred, mists of shadowy gas brewing as a pair of golden slits flickered to life.
Seth's eyes blazed with a brilliant haze, a tint of gold lining the pupillary border as a cold rush of formless dark essence surged through his essence nodes.
Filled with a rush of new power, he charged forward, the cold wind bathing his body as his hands balled into fists. He arced high, appearing above the monster in an instant.
Channelling might from his stance, his fists burst through the air faster than the eye could follow—a dark membrane coating his body in the same instant.
Seeing this clash, the outcome should have been obvious. Even with his armour enhancing his prowess, he hadn't been able to put a dent in the creature's defence—and now he wore nothing, wielded no weapon.
But somehow, his spectators felt their heartbeats quicken at the sight.
There was no sound as the first blow struck—no impact, only penetration. A smooth, unhindered plunge.
