Against the Undying
His body heat rose so much that white mist escaped his lips with each trembling breath. Assailed by the life-draining mist and the sickly rays of the dark sun, a feeling of weakness gripped him by the throat as his limbs stiffened and legs buckled amid the charging skeletons. Yet, his eyes narrowed, and his jaw clenched despite the terrible situation.
Demonic essence roared in his veins as macuahuitls and tepoztopilli whistled in his ears. Moving with beastly grace, his hair danced as he dodged the lethal strikes.
In the same movement, his blade blurred in swift arcs, crunching noises accompanying its trajectory before skulls collided with the ground.
Simultaneously, a dark inferno burst in his palm. Each fiery tongue took the shape of a lifelike Eastern dragon, their heat scorching and freezing the air. Vapor swirled around him as he aimed his palm at the sun hovering above the snorting lich.
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