บท 217: Intensity

As Atticus's hands gravitated towards the katana hilt on his left waist, an eerie silence enveloped the cavern.

No words were spoken, no sound made, the silence disrupted only by the subtle hum of the approaching dark beam.

And then, like a lightning bolt, an incalculable number of silver streaks filled the air, each slicing through the dark beam like millions of sharp blades, its once menacing form disintegrating in to the void.

The beast unleashed an angry screech as it witnessed its attack being effortlessly blocked.

Suddenly, a palpable dark aura erupted from the beast's form, its blood red eyes igniting with an intense glow.

The thousands of dark tendrils, both above and below it seemed to elongate and expand in both height and mass, until each one became as big as colossal tentacles reminiscent of an enormous octopus.