The rage consumed me. I felt the hot blood pump through my veins; each rotation brought more and more strength to me. My scythe screamed with power as it began to radiate immense darkness, so potent that it absorbed all the light as it traveled with me through the air.
I was fast, but for some reason, no matter how much energy I wielded, no matter how much closer I got to the creator, he was still the same distance away. Just what the hell was happening? I decided to attack from afar then if close range did not work.
