Emrys stepped forward and attacked with all his strength. His breathing was heavy, but the energy coursing through him kept him going. His blade moved with lethal precision, cutting down the red creatures in swift, decisive strikes.
With each slash, Emrys could feel the fog binding to his will, responding to his every command. His connection with the bead was already strong; however, as his strength increased, he had a feeling that this beed was not as simple as just a dwelling for the foreign energy; it was much more.
However, this was not the time to inspect the bead. He focused on killing as many red creatures as he could. He was like a whirlwind of death, a blur of motion amid the horde of red creatures. Yet, despite the surge of power, exhaustion was creeping in, gnawing at his muscles and dulling his reflexes.
The node shift allowed Emrys to reposition himself strategically; he could use this ability one more time today. But what would he do after that?