One charged straight ahead, swinging a massive iron cleaver that cracked the earth where it struck. The second leapt high into the air with shocking agility, its twin axes spinning behind its head, ready to cleave him from above.
No hesitation. Kill on sight.
SHHHING!
Nemesis—his obsidian-black blade—sang as it cleared its sheath in a flash of dark light.
Noah's golden eyes narrowed. His lips parted.
—Night of Death."
The effect was instantaneous.
The forest dimmed unnaturally.
"—Night of Death."
The effect was instantaneous.
The forest dimmed unnaturally.
The canopy above warped into a blanket of darkness. The golden shafts of sunlight vanished, replaced by an abyssal dusk. Even the High Orcs paused, momentarily disoriented.
To Noah, the world became crystal clear.
The shadows wrapped around him like a cloak. His vision sharpened, allowing him to see even the breath fogging from the monsters' nostrils.
Then, he whispered the next word—
"Lord of Night."
