Kardrax stared at his hands. They trembled, ever so slightly. Not from fear. Not from exhaustion. Something deeper. A resonance, brief, strange, like a ripple in blood that wasn't his.
"What was that?" he muttered.
But he didn't have time to think.
Akedios moved.
Threads of black curled outward, twisting from his hand like lazy vines, reaching for Kardrax's body.
Kardrax's fingers twitched. Crimson beams snapped from his fingertips, cutting through the threads. They shattered in the air, crumbling into glowing ash.
Akedios sighed.
"Losing focus already? That's not like you."
Kardrax flexed his hand.
"Patience, priest. I've got time for every ant in line."
But it was difficult to ignore this feeling. Kardrax couldn't feel any trace of aura around, yet something definitely reached him.
Akedios didn't let him the time to think.
He instantly launched more threads everywhere in the air, this time in every direction to not give an easy aim to Kardrax.
