Seizing the opening, Vlad swung his halberd toward the creature's chest with all his might. The blade met resistance as it sliced into the rugged, durable muscles, but the Guardian Tier demonic flames engulfed the wound, searing flesh and igniting internal organs. A sharp light flashed as the weapon cleaved through, and a guttural scream of agony tore from the creature's throat.
Without wasting a moment, Vlad surged forward, pushing his speed to its limits. He raced through the forest, trees whipping past as he attempted to distance himself from the pursuing elite units.
Ten agonizing seconds passed before a stream of golden energy flowed into him—the Origin Force granted by the Plane Will for defeating such a formidable foe. The immense influx of power underscored the elite unit's strength, but Vlad felt no relief. It had taken far too long for the creature to die, showcasing a vitality that bordered on the outrageous.
