Boom!
The attack came without warning. Agon lunged forward, his monstrous form moving in a blur of mist and darkness. His fist, imbued with the same corrosive mist that seemed to pour endlessly from his body, shot toward Alter Yadred with a speed that defied comprehension. The air around his fist rippled, distorting as if reality itself were struggling to keep up with his movements.
But the blow never landed.
Before it could connect, an unseen force erupted between them, a barrier of pure despair that nullified Agon's attack with an almost casual ease. Alter Yadred didn't even flinch. His hand flicked slightly, a gesture so small it might have gone unnoticed. Yet, the effect was immediate.
Agon's monstrous form was sent flying, crashing into the empty space ground with a sickening thud. His body oozed more of the thick, mist-like liquid, but even as it pooled around him, it began to reform, knitting his wounds back together with a speed that defied all logic.
Screech!
