The merfolk, still watching from the surf, whispered among themselves, awe and disbelief clear in their voices. This wasn't just a boast anymore. The bloodsucker was proving himself right before their eyes.
The demon crow thrashed, its wings beating hurricanes of wind slashes, but Damon casually blocked all of them as if they were nothing.
Dozens of blood lances floated behind Damon in a perfect circle, humming with lethal intent. The lances shot forward at once, streaks of red cutting through the storm winds.
The crow shrieked and tried to climb higher, wings flaring to conjure another wall of slicing wind, but the storm of blood pierced through without mercy.
The final strike came in the form of a colossal spear once he had already finished absorbing all of its essence. The bird was already almost dead, but Damon hurled the spear forward like a judgment from the heavens, the shockwave booming across land and sea as it impaled the Shorebreaker clean through its chest.
