Matías felt the anger consuming his body, his figure turned transparent, and the place froze. The area shone with sunlight as Matías's eyes turned into small mirrors. He raised his hand and clenched his fists; the runes shattered and fell like crystals. The cultists ran like madmen towards Matías; the one leading the charge waved his hands, and the ground turned green, the air filled with putrefaction. Two swords emerged from his sleeves, and grabbing each of them, he lunged towards Matías.