Damon's silhouette vanished from one spot and reappeared in another with each blink, every movement followed by an eruption of crimson and a scream cut short. He became the storm within the battlefield, a nightmare stitched from shadows, blood and blood, too fast for the eye.
His daggers and his spear curved through the air like predators with a will of their own, finding throats, hearts, spines. Each kill fed him more power.
Holy champions tried to rally. They called for reinforcements, summoned guardians, even chanted invocation circles mid-battle to halt his advance. But it was like throwing feathers into a hurricane.
Damon dashed through one such circle mid-chant, kicking the high priest so hard the man's spine folded like parchment. A second later, the holy circle shattered into light and faded.
Ding! [Your Notoriety has increased by 100 ]
Ding! [You have acquired Divine Faith Robes (Epic)]
Ding! [Blood extraction successful]
