It was hard to describe the demonic being's actions with grandeur, as there wasn't such a quality to its movements.
It was a being of instinct more than anything else. The seed of darkness could be used by the higher members of the Dark Cult to control the person it corrupted, however, the current beast was not the product of such a scheme.
This being was the true personification of the seed of darkness' intent. It did not have will nor did it have an understanding of the world. It craved freedom and it craved blood.
It attacked in a way that clearly showcased these primal desires. Its own body was its greatest strength. With every fist that swept out, the winds were whipped in all directions. The ground was shattered more and more until the marble flooring was no more and even the rock below was being damaged.
The grand stage walls and even the flame barrier Kaladyn placed were being torn to shreds by the impacts. They had to be stopped.
