"Demonic Art: Devil's Seal!"
Clank!
The sound rang across the battlefield like the striking of an ancient bell.
Damian's eyes narrowed instantly. Dark green chains erupted from the surrounding mist. They appeared from every direction.
The chains moved with unnatural speed and intelligence, weaving through the blizzard before latching onto his Asura Avatar one after another.
Clank! Clank! Clank!
Each chain wrapped itself around an arm. Every new chain caused the colossal avatar to tremble slightly. Their purpose was immediately obvious.
Suppression.
The immense weight carried within those chains was absurd. Even Damian could feel the burden transferring through the connection between himself and the avatar.
The giant bow shifted and the arrow wavered. Its trajectory was forced away from the fleeing Kasok Patriarch.
The old dragon had barely escaped death.
