Bone-chilling noises erupted across the battlefield with frightening intensity. Raiden moved like a phantom through the blackness, his figure so elusive he seemed to exist nowhere and everywhere in the same breath.
Luci stayed seated in his skeletal throne, swaying rhythmically with a subtle grin spreading across his face while he watched the far-off action.
Raiden's black hair became soft, ethereal white that floated freely around his head. Shadows coiled from his fingertips, twisting into black serpents that slithered up his arms and bound his throat in darkness.
A shadowy dragon-wing symbol crowned his forehead in perfect symmetry, while razor-sharp tattoos slashed beneath his eyes in patterns reminiscent of electric strikes.
His once-blue radiant gradually shifted to obsidian black, pulsing intensely around his form as he wielded a blade forged from pure darkness, wreathed in smoky tendrils that flickered like shadowy flames.
