Anos's stomach was pierced clean through as Alex's sword drove into him, the sheer force of their momentum carrying them both upward, cutting through the storming clouds above.
Yet, instead of a cry of pain, Anos let out a low, menacing chuckle.
His crimson blood coated Verathian's blade, and as Alex prepared to twist the sword deeper, he felt something was off.
A sizzling sound reached his ears before he noticed the blade's surface corroding at an alarming rate.
Crack!
The once unyielding Verathian fractured, its once-shining edge splintering into fragments as Anos grinned through the pain. "Even if my powers are restrained," he rasped, blood seeping from his lips, "my blood remains unchanged. Anything it touches... corrodes."
True to his words, the sword crumbled into shards, dissolving mid-air. However, just as Anos prepared to capitalize on Alex's sudden loss of weaponry, he felt something amiss.
