The Castle of Mehan. A God's Territory.
"Equip."
His black gauntlets returned. The slaughter before the judgement.
"Electro-step."
The face and voice of the god faded completely.
Venomous snakes dripped and seeped from the corridor. Dasha's feet barely touched the ground as he tore through the corridor. Electro-step over Electro-step.
A serpent lunged from the left—he sidestepped, his palm striking outward with a Qi-infused shockwave. The snake's skull caved inward, its body twisting violently before crashing against the wall.
Another one struck from above, fangs dripping venom. Dasha didn't even look—his fist shot up, gripping its lower jaw mid-air. With a flick of his wrist, he ripped it clean off, tossing the body aside like a discarded rag.
The corridor shook with his mad dash. The very walls hated his presence.
