The sky over the mortal world was like a bruised tapestry of weeping fissures and falling nightmares, but at its epicenter, Herios remained the picture of absolute stillness.
His eyes seems to cover the entire world, observing every inch of the battlefield with the precise perception of a commander.
He remained completely still, not even moving when a mountain of obsidian sludge, a concentrated wave of the Black Tide, loomed over him like a breaking wave of oil and teeth.
Instead, he simply stared at it for a single moment, before focusing back on the battlefield.
Just then, a streak of visceral crimson light tore through the atmosphere, no it wasn't just a strike, it was a conceptual puncture, completely annihilating the target.
Under that strike, the entire torrent of darkness didn't just dissipate, it was obliterated, reduced to harmless red mist.
And then, a woman descended through the haze, landing with the weightless grace of a predator.
