Elio's eyes blazed with that crimson radiance while his muscles expanded beyond normal limits, sinews and fibers visibly shifting beneath his skin as his body prepared for combat.
The artromus sword became a blur of motion as he traced five cuts through the air with superhuman speed, each movement precise despite its devastating velocity. The blade sang as it cleaved the air, leaving trails of displaced energy in its wake.
Magical attacks erupted like lightning, faster than ever before.
Where once he could only launch three instantaneous attacks, refined techniques now allowed him to unleash five in a fraction of a second. The air crackled with power as each strike carved its way toward its target, a symphony of destruction orchestrated with terrifying precision.
A devastating attack of 800 damage points, enough to end most battles in a single sequence.
But Lucien was far from most opponents.
