Whoooooooooosh.
The first thing Wain did was swing his sword, but not toward the cloud, but along his arm, revealing a wide wound.
"What the hell...? What the hell is he up to?" Okam muttered in a confusion, "Whatever, it won't help him anyway."
Dark drops of blood ran down Wain's arm, then he swung his arm, making the blood fly high.
At the same moment, the darkness behind Wain, headed toward the blood drops and began rapidly absorbing them, transforming into some kind of creature.
'I have never used so much energy before, especially together with my blood, so this one must be the pinnacle of my abilities at the moment.' Wain internally muttered with a bitter smile.
Crackle. Crackle. Crackle.
A silhouette appeared behind him, with a large jaw and five eyes with vertical, bloodshot pupils. The silhouette had long arms and legs as well as a lean body that seemed unable to support its total weight.
