Pyris summoned the death element, channeling it through his sword. The blade glowed with a sickly, dark energy as he launched himself forward, his superspeed carrying him directly to the Behemoth's chest. With a fierce cry, he plunged the sword into the creature, pouring all of his elemental power into the strike.
The Behemoth let out a deafening howl as the combined power of blood, darkness, time, and death tore through its massive form. Shadows writhed and screamed, and the Behemoth began to disintegrate, its massive body collapsing in on itself.
Panting, Pyris fell down completely spent, "this is nothing like the training in Battle Stimulation!" Fights there were easy to handle, not even 6% to what reality was!
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