Capítulo 39: Infernal Bane III

In that single moment of supremacy, Altair had fallen into the realm of a First-Tier Warrior, gaining his first circle. The world around him felt pixilated. It felt fragile, like he was standing on eggshells. Yet there was an indescribable weakness to the flaws before him. An innate sense of familiarity and longing that did nothing to calm his raging heart. He could feel his anger building within his chest. A sensation he was quite unfamiliar with. But it felt right.

Kirr expression twisted when he began to bellow with laughter. It was a laughter that chilled the air with madness. He lifted his longsword, a beaten and battered edge that had seen better days. Yet it was sharp to a point: "You are a monster… One that can't be reasoned with." He cursed. "I was told to bring you in alive, but now… Not anymore. Not for what you did." Pure mana began to gather and roiled against the large frame of Kirr as muscles began to protrude with veins.