First came a squelching sound, as if a heap of mangled flesh were being kneaded together. Immediately after, a thunder-splitting explosion erupted. Lightning burst forth with the blast and in an instant swept away the two remaining layers of sword rain that were still dancing through the air. At that moment, a true rain of blood descended.
Silvanus stood at the very center of the explosion. His entire body was so thoroughly drenched in blood that his form was no longer clearly recognizable. His right arm was burned to the point that bone was exposed, chunks of flesh still falling away, charred pitch-black.
He clenched his fist tightly. In that instant, the lightning seemed to receive an order and began to coil and spiral around him, like an eastern dragon in flight.
