Chapter 97: The Mage of the Undead [2]

I dusted myself off and cracked my knuckles, spinning the two blades in my hands.

'Shackles Release.'

The familiar exotic feeling engulfed my body and a rush of power ran through my blood. My dark hair turned blood red and flowed with the wind. Two dark horns propped from my forehead and my canines sharpened.

"Th-That transform-" I didn't let him finish and covered the distance in a flash. Chunks of rock blew into the air with every step. 

I sliced down with the short sword in my right hand. Perfect! I finally felt a satisfying connection with his body. A deep diagonal cut appeared on his torso and he grimaced, throwing a counter punch at my face. 

I dodged, swinging the reverse gripped short sword in my left hand at his head. 

He leapt back a couple metres and tried to regain his breath. He seemed to be running out of stamina, something I could utilise.

"Arise!" He shouted, lifting both his arms up.