He thrust his hand forward, releasing a spiraling torrent of white and black essence that crackled and hissed like a living storm.
The blast slammed into the creature's chest, forcing it back for the first time. Cracks spread across its iron-like skin, and the ichor flowed freely now, staining the ground beneath it.
Northern landed, knees bent, breath heaving. His vision blurred for a moment, the strain of using Chaos and Void at the same time immediately beginning to take its toll.
But he couldn't stop. Not now.
The creature straightened, its form flickering in and out of clarity as if refusing to fully exist in this realm. Its many eyes burned brighter, madness incarnate. It raised its odachi once more, preparing to charge.
Northern grinned despite the pain coursing through his body. He could feel it—the rush of battle, the thrill of dancing on the edge of death.
"I missed this..."
