Klein, his face smeared with dust and dried blood, felt the weight of every second in this atmosphere saturated with demonic mana. His breathing remained short, ragged. His blue eyes, however, kept their clarity.
Around him, the charred corpses of the first Homunculi littered the ground, their translucent bodies still smoking, their disproportionate limbs frozen in positions of agony. A pool of purplish blood spread beneath his feet. The moment had come to risk everything.
His hands intertwined, forming the Tripakana Mudra. His fingers traced mystical figures in the air, causing a vibration that emanated from the bowels of the earth.
A white glow began to radiate from the blade of his Katana.
The ancient runes engraved on the guard flared up one by one, releasing luminous particles that danced around him. The air began to crackle, white electric arcs snaking along the steel.
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