Northern vanished and reappeared high in the air above the Kirithon's massive form.
Twin crimson lances blazed in his hands as he arced downwards, letting out a thunderous battle cry.
The lances left streaks of crimson energy as Northern descended like a meteor.
The Kirithon, in response, shot hundreds of tendrils upward, approaching Northern's form with sheer obliterating force.
As both onslaughts collided, a supersonic reverberation tore through the space, its incandescent light drowning the night in day for a blinking moment.
Before everything returned to the way it was a moment before.
Northern, unrelenting, was already behind the monster.
He had used the blinding light as cover to escape the monster's troublesome eyes.
It was one of the few things he had observed about the horror.
Even though he wasn't using [All Eyes] at the moment, his keen observation and precaution had earned him a habit of its own.
