Elias's form flickered in and out of sight as he employed [Bladewalk], this allowed him to traverse the throne room with blinding speed. His movements were like a dance, each step deliberate, each strike poised. He weaved through the space with the grace as his silhouette blurred and reforming as he closed in on Acedia, the demon king of sloth who had taken possession of King Alaric's body. The throne room bore the scars of their battle—crumbling pillars, shattered glass, and scorch marks that marred the grand room.
Acedia's eyes followed Elias with a mixture of annoyance and disinterest, his expression one of perpetual boredom. His lip curled in a lazy snarl as he watched the mage close the distance. In his hand, Acedia held the delicate poison sac, it was filled with a virulent toxin potent enough to bring down an army.