The air quaked—then cracked—when the two Blood Demons lunged at once. Their movements were nothing short of monstrous; to the untrained eye, they were streaks of crimson blurs tearing through the air. Their claws shimmered like blades, and from every sweep of their arms, droplets of corrupted blood flew like molten razors.
Liam moved the instant they came. His boots scraped against the soil as flames coiled around his body like a serpent awakening. In a breath, he slammed his palms to the ground as he activated Shadow Solidification. From beneath his feet, black, glasslike shields burst from the terrain, rising into layered arcs before him. The first volley of blood-forged blades slammed against it, clanging like metal striking metal, sparks of dark and crimson scattering in chaotic beauty.
