The Pride Of An Elf [Part 3]

Gerhart could feel himself getting dizzy because Kinslayer required a lot of his blood in order to activate. That also meant that he needed to end the battle as soon as he could, or else he would faint due to loss of blood.

Taking a fighting stance in mid-air, Gerhart pointed the tip of the dagger towards the Elven Prince who was glaring back at him.

"Sigil of Wind," Gerhart said softly as he imbued his entire body with the power of the Wind Element.

"Blood Rage."

The blade in Gerhart's hands glowed eerily as red mists rose up from its blade.

"Blood Rite."

The sharp spikes that had dug deep into his palms grew longer, piercing right through the skin in his hands, drawing more blood as it increased the potency of Gerhart's final blow.

"Blood Mist."

This time, red mist rose from Gerhart's entire body, making him look like a red Demon that was out to seek vengeance.