Varkoth's claws, not wreathed in that sinister dark silver aura, cut through the air with a speed that was almost imperceptible, even to Alex.
The energy around them cracked ominously, even the atmosphere seemed to recoil from it's presence.
As Varkoth launched his next attack, the humans below were laughing at him, expecting it to bounce off just like his first attempt had done.
But the Red Demons knew better.
They knew of the stories surrounding Varkoth, and they held smirks on their faces as they watched his claws near in on Alex.
Alex's eyes narrowed as he observed the change in Varkoth's claws.
The dark silver energy was unlike anything he had encountered before.
It was more than just raw power.
But he couldn't quite put a pin on what exactly the power was.
Silver energy usually indicated the presence of the spatial element, but this time, Alex didn't feel a lick of space element in Varkoth's attack.
