Black flames covered Quinn as Vask continued healing through his wounds. Every second that passed created one more wound on his body with the damage varying in destructiveness and force.
The [Monarch] didn't mind because he loved how brazen the elite was. He also liked the fact that Quinn didn't bother exploiting him in order to win. Forcing the [Monarch] to fight at the terms set by Quinn for him.
"You sly bastard. I'm going to get you back for this." Vask said, enjoying the fight for the moment as he saw the god getting heavily damaged by the attack. Unable to escape as blows keep pilling up on his body.
Indeed, the skill was an uncontrollable force of nature; like the gods themselves have decided to smite the land and destroy everything on it. This perfectly describes the skill that came at the cost of all Quinn's remaining mana which could've potentially killed him if Vask was not there.
