Around Amon, shadow clung unnaturally to the ground, writhing like living things despite the raging fire.
[Shadow Clutch]
The darkness stretched across the ground, forming grasping hands that burst from the earth, clawing toward Zerath's legs.
Zerath scoffed and slammed his sword down.
"Breaking it is easy."
A wave of demonic aura exploded outward from his body. The shadow-hands shattered instantly, torn apart like smoke in a storm. Zerath lunged forward, speed exploding beneath his feet.
He was too fast. Amon barely had time to react. Steel came down in a brutal arc.
Amon threw himself aside, the blade slicing through where his neck had been a heartbeat earlier. The force split a burning tree clean in half behind him.
The heat was unbearable. The forest screamed around them. Wood cracking, flames roaring, ash choking the air.
Zerath pressed the attack relentlessly. Slash. Thrust. Cleave. Each strike carried killing intent, meant to kill Amon in one strike.
