The army of shadows came rushing at him.
Akhil activated Blood Frenzy—an ability he'd been saving, one that cost blood essence per second rather than per use but amplified his speed and strength exponentially. His perception accelerated, the world slowing to half-speed around him as his blood sang with power.
{Blood Essence: Draining 500/second}
He moved through the clones like a dancer through still water, Blood Fang leaving crimson trails as it cut through shadow-forms that dissolved at his touch. Some were illusions—they burst into smoke when struck. Others were more solid, lasting long enough to counterattack before dispersing.
But none of them were bleeding.
None of them carried that wound across the ribs.
Akhil spun in a circle, blade extended, using the momentum to cut through three clones at once while his other hand formed a fist that glowed with concentrated blood essence. He slammed it into the platform beneath his feet.
"Blood Art: Crimson Eruption!"
