BOOOOM!
Damon was thrown sideways, tumbling through the dark like a stone skipping across water. His body hit the invisible ground hard enough to dent the domain itself. His ribs cracked, then knitted back together. His vision flickered.
The First's voice resounded everywhere. "You harbor power you do not deserve. You wield forces you do not understand. And you think you can stand before me?"
Six daggers materialized around Damon in a perfect circle. Then they came for him.
SHNK! SHNK! SHNK! SHNK! SHNK! SHNK!
Damon bent, twisted, and forced abyssal essence into his muscles just to dodge by millimeters. Even then, two blades grazed his cheek and thigh, taking another chunk of his health.
This was not good. He needed to conjure a poison field with the abyssal essence to boost his regeneration. Otherwise, he was going to die without even being able to put up a fight.
