The astral energy around him flared violently, responding to his resolve.
Zhal'Mortis spread his wings again, shadows rippling as the Domain thickened. The hollow Yumi stepped aside obediently, her empty gaze never leaving Kael.
The demon raised his scythe.
And Kael charged.
He didn't think about anything as he was blank.
Every step tore at his injured leg, but the strength elixir forced it to obey, muscles screaming as they carried him forward faster than his body should have allowed.
Zhal'Mortis swung.
The scythe carved through the air, aimed not at Kael's body—but his soul.
Kael twisted at the last second, the blade grazing his side.
A wave of numbness washed through him as part of his essence was shaved away, leaving him gasping.
The demon laughed harder.
Kael answered by slamming his fist into the ground.
Astral energy erupted outward, cracking the stone and forcing Zhal'Mortis to step back.
