Honor summoned his Beast Spirit as his eyes shifted, twin pools of absolute blackness like event horizons of micro-singularities. Then a nebulous cloak draped itself over his form, materializing from darkness itself. Two wings erupted from his back, composed of concentrated twilight and cosmic ash.
A large black banner appeared in his grip, its flag torn and tattered, fluttering despite no wind.
Janus' hands erupted with radiance as crimson-black light began forming a gauntlet that wrapped around his arms. They formed intricate patterns with crimson claws extended from the fingertips like crimson diamonds.
Reinhard and the others rushed forward as one.
Roots lashed from the side, thick tendrils seeking to entangle. Reinhard slashed through the first root, the blade cutting clean through wood before another root struck from above, dropping like a falling tree.
