Slash!
The moment Alex summoned the [Scythe of Hatred], he swung it in one clean arc, the motion swift and precise, too fast to follow.
In an instant, Nocteron's head was severed from his body.
But it didn't end there.
Life Drain!
The [God of Death] revived immediately, his body reknitting itself before the next strike could connect.
With a hiss of frustration, he leapt backward, widening the distance between himself and the now completely transformed Alex.
"There's something wrong," Nocteron growled, eyes flickering with wariness as he glanced at Lich.
The necromancer, usually calm and unreadable, appeared genuinely shaken.
"Be careful."
And then, it appeared.
A crimson system panel formed in midair, its edges jagged and glowing, demonic horns protruding from its top like a crown of malevolence.
[Alex Rogue — Pure Hatred Form]
Both Nocteron and Lich felt the weight of that message settle into the battlefield.
