The Abomination staggered, clawing at its face, the long blade vibrating violently as if trying to bury itself even deeper.
Jonan blinked, struggling to comprehend what he'd just seen, so was the situation with the other members of his cohort.
The blade didn't appear to be a normal weapon.
It was menacing with pitch black darkness, and crimson lightning at its tail, Its surface was completely black, yet somehow shimmered like a liquid void, where it had landed, the abomination's flesh began to spurt shadowy ichor, it was screaming at the top of its lung, being stopped right at its moment of ascension to the next stage was humiliating for it.
Once glowing with dark energy, the altar dimmed, and its runes flickered with uncertainty.
The abomination staggered again, roaring now, its voice filled with seething pain.
But the blade remained motionless like a mountain completely etched on its skull.
