"The First Stage of Aeron," Iliana muttered. "Baptism of Blood."
With a single step back, a torment of wind came like a thousand lashes, pulling with it the scent of blood. Iliana stared at the slit-like pupils writhing surrounded by the sigil that branded itself permanently into the iris. His clothing was wrenched from his chest, revealing an enigma of obsidian tattoos dancing along the flesh like a living being.
"Show me, boyo~" Iliana howled, shooting like a bolt from of the ground. A crater nearly twenty meters wide exploded beneath her feet from the sheer force. She arrived startled as Altair's blade seemed to arrive at her throat first.
[Grave of Night, Third Form: Devouring Night]
