The Ashen Knight's armored fist came dangerously close, a blur of dark and shadow filled energy crashing through the air. I twisted my body just in time, the edge of his strike grazing my shoulder. The impact sent a shudder through every part of my body, even though it barely made contact.
Each of his punches grew heavier, darker. The energy surrounding his fists pulsed and expanded, like an aura feeding on the air itself. His strikes were relentless now deliberate, yet too feral, as if he'd grown tired of testing me and has decided it was time to end this.
There was no other choice.
I dematerialized into mist, the familiar sensation of weightlessness and freedom taking over as my body disintegrated into mist. The room thickened with my presence, wisps of mist spreading and twisting like a coiling serpent. It enveloped the hall, shrouding everything in an opaque haze.
I doubted it would work.
