Everyone watched in shock and awe as Damon repeatedly struck a single spot with back-to-back powerful finisher attacks. A single attack like this should technically drain his energy reserves, and yet he was attacking monstrosously at the same point with relentless ferocity.
Each strike carried the weight of a boss-killing blow, blazing crimson lances of condensed bloodfire. Sparks exploded with every impact, followed by strange pulses that resonated through the metallic chamber.
Nevin stumbled back, shielding his face from the heat and raw pressure. "This is insane. He's not even slowing down."
"How is he still standing?" Meira breathed out, voice trembling. "He should've collapsed by now."
But Damon wasn't collapsing. He wasn't slowing. In fact, he was speeding up. His eyes burned like twin embers of fury as he struck the same spot with as much power as he could muster.
