Bab 63: Harbinger

The Harbinger's shadowy form swelled, its warped flesh crackling like black flame. A vile miasma poured from the creature, choking the room in putrid mist. With a shriek, shadowy tendrils whipped toward Iliana, faster than a striking serpent. Dark tendrils lashed out at Iliana with impossible speed. Unarmed and armored, Caelyn surged forward, the tattoos on his chest flared a fiery red as he threw himself into its path. His forearms bled from a thick gash as the blow sent him skidding backward. 

"No time better than the present to experiment!" Caelyn grunted. He muttered under his breath. Energy swirled around his fists as they seared into twisted flesh.