Sebastian's smirk lasted three entire seconds.
Then the ice on the mammoth's shoulder cracked.
A jagged line spread through the frozen wound like a spiderweb before the frost exploded outward in a flurry of shards. The poisoned flesh beneath twitched and then began to knit itself back together, muscle crawling over bone in grotesque waves.
Sebastian's grin faltered."…Oh, come on."
He watched as the gash sealed shut, slower than before but still way too fast for comfort. The thing snorted, steam billowing from its nostrils, glaring down at him like it was offended that he'd even tried.
{You're doing great. Really. I think it's starting to like you.}
'Yeah? Maybe it'll like what comes next.'
He exhaled, eyes narrowing as he dropped into a stance. His aura flared, black mist twisting like smoke from a dying world. The earth beneath him cracked, unable to withstand the pressure.
Nyxian Dirge – Fourth Form: Hollow Thrust.
The world went silent for a single heartbeat.
