The storm of bone screamed around him, tendrils snapping and thrashing in desperate frenzy, but Myles cut through it all like a living embodiment of hatred and destruction.
Every slash of Fangblade left trails of black and red arcs of energy, spraying shards of rotten bones and bursts of burning greenish ichor.
His chest burned. His MP bled away with every skill unleashed, but the fire in his veins only roared hotter.
He thought of Nadine's torn and scorched body and the image of her trembling in his arms seared itself into his mind. Raw and violent fury ripped through him.
"This motherfucker hurt her…" his voice rasped through clenched teeth, Fangblade vibrating with killing intent. He didn't even realize that he had said that out loud. "You'll pay for that."
He lunged faster.
The slashes of Fangblade became a blur in his hand, carving apart a forest of tendrils in a sweeping spiral slashes.
The impact sent bone fragments raining down like an ice storm to every direction.
