Yannick's void black armor absorbed even the tiniest vestiges of light reaching its surface. A dark mask covered his face, which increased his void sense's precision.
Unlike previous fights, today Faith didn't really have a job. She continued paying attention to Yannick's surroundings, but she never needed to warn the blind man.
Like a man on a mission, he marched through the light foliage, searching for a foe. His steps made no sound, and his dark body had no contours, making him look like a walking, infinite void.
He carried a dark saber in one hand, but as his first enemy appeared, he didn't even need to wet its blade.
Some minor god, a Transcended of no renown. Yannick walked up behind him, reached out with one finger and touched the primordial being's head.
A twisted, pained expression appeared on the god's face as his body folded onto itself. The primordial god couldn't make a single sound before his body became the size of a dust particle.
