Kael moved.
WHOOSH.
Lightning speed—beyond anything he had demonstrated before. The Void Core's Peak Spirit Soul aura flooded his pathways, the Heart of the Carnage Deity burning his slaughter energy at ten times its normal density, and the Astraeon bloodline's primordial darkness amplifying everything to a level that defied his actual cultivation. The combination created a speed that shouldn't exist at his level.
He appeared in front of Claude—FLASH—his black eyes staring into the masked face from inches away. Claude's eyes widened behind his mask—WIDEN—his perception barely registering the movement before Kael was already there.
The Demonic Asura Flame burst from Kael's palm—FWOOOM—a concentrated eruption of purple-black primordial fire, condensed to a point, aimed directly at Claude's chest. The heat alone distorted the air between them—WARP—space itself seeming to bend under the flame's intensity.
