The priest, unfazed by Kael's reckless assault, stood with a sneer, as if the battle was nothing more than an annoying nuisance. With each blow that Kael landed, the priest barely seemed to flinch. His mana swelled around him in an oppressive aura, countering the dark energy with a force Kael could barely comprehend.
But Kael was not the same man he had been.
He gritted his teeth and let the wild energy of the primordial dark attribute surge through him. His speed—unseen by the priest—sharpened. With a crazy smile, Kael rushed forward, his body becoming a blur as he slashed, stabbed, and cut through the air. Inhuman speed fueled by the desperation to stop the ritual.
Kael felt the rush of his energy, the darkness of the abyss flowing through him like an untamed river. His body screamed in protest, but he ignored it. The sacrifices of the past, the pains of the present, they all meant nothing now. Only one thing mattered.
