The wraith, consumed by an unyielding hunger for destruction, lunged at August with an alarming ferocity. In a desperate bid to maintain its momentum, it sacrificed its own arm, severing it from its body with hesitation!
The limb disintegrated into a cloud of dark energy, fueling its charge forward as it aimed to overwhelm August with sheer force.
August understood that dodging was no longer an option; the wraith's relentless assault had closed the gap too swiftly. Instead of retreating, he steadied himself and braced for impact. In a flash, an eagle's claw formed from pure, swirling energy around his left hand.
The spell had become a hallmark of his early apprenticeship. It was a technique forged in days when he learned to stand his ground against any sorcerer or fiend that dared to challenge him in close ranged combat!
The Wind Talon Descent Sorcery!
