Tahara stood on a building's edge, his breathing heavy and labored, his eyes all white and slobber dripping from his teeth. His bleeding had stopped as his rage slowly consumed him from within. From afar, he could feel his cloak, which was capped with human skeletons. Tahara's calm was mocked by the upper rank, its fiery eyes filled with sadistic pleasure.
The upper rank charged forward, its claws gashing through the air with lightning speed. Tahara’s reflexes were too slow for the upper rank’s unremitting assault, and he found himself on the defensive. Blow after blow deluged upon him, each strike chipping away at his resolve.
Vexation surged up inside Tahara, fueling the dark flames of his rage. He summoned his inner strength in an instant, perusing arousing the ritual. His eyes turned a fiery nefarious, matching the intensity of his rage, and the air erupted with energy.