Allen stood tall, clad in black with ominous wings unfurled behind him. The shadow armor at his feet formed the shape of horse legs, his hands had transformed into weapons, and his tattered black wings spread menacingly.
"Allen Emmanuel Kent," said Wyclieff. "I have change my opinion of you. From this moment, I no longer see you as merely an enemy of humanity but as a direct adversary of the gods themselves.
Therefore, I will use all my strength to kill you."
Paladin Wyclieff, after stabbing his own belly with his weapon, watched as the blood that poured out re-entered his body, forming radiant white wings of light behind him.
"Ah, I feel closer to the Almighty!" Wyclieff exclaimed with a terrifying smile.
Allen responded by firing a dense projectile from his hand. Wyclieff swung his sword to cut through it, only to realize it wasn't solid—it was sand that scattered and obscured his vision.
