Herald Of Solaris

Standing before him, looking like Slenderman directly from hell, a tall, skinny, black demon with a featureless face, aside from its wide open mouth, relentlessly slashed at the barrier he was holding up.

The demon's claws were sizzling from the contact with the holy energy of the barrier, but it didn't seem to care.

Silent was looking at it, aghast, as memories of watching a horror movie with a monster looking like this one in it. He had been terrified of the dark for years after that movie.

But he had to snap out of it, as his mana bar was already flashing red.

"Fuck! I didn't want to use this skill so early in any fight. I don't have a choice, though…" he complained, bringing his hand to his chest.

He brushed his hand against the holy symbol dangling from his chest, which lit up in bright yellow before flaring in red and orange hues.

"Legacy Skill: Herald Of Solaris!" he chanted as a solar flare erupted from him.