From directly above, hanging on a branch that hadn't made a single sound when he landed, Lanz's voice came out in a perfectly flat monotone.
"Bo."
Lanz released the branch he had been hanging from, dropping straight toward the wolf without hesitation.
Mid-fall, his grip on the sword shifted, and for the first time, he decided to test the skill that had been sitting unused in his arsenal.
The familiar system chime rang in his ears.
[Crimson Slash — Activated.]
The blade ignited instantly, a molten red glow flooding along its length until it looked like it could burn through anything it touched.
This wasn't some dull, dark crimson either — it was a vivid, aggressive red that demanded attention, the kind that made the air around it feel charged.
Energy flared from the edge in a sweeping crescent, far too over-the-top for the casual way he swung it.
