• Night Slaughter (1)

Here to see him suffer, Spheris thought with a bitter taste in his mouth. Overall, he ignored the Dark God and came to his first conclusion; defending himself.

Although that was obvious, the question of whether to run or fight was still present, however, seeing that there was nowhere to run to, fighting seemed the only possible way of defense.

Arriving at that conclusion, Spheris withdrew the Power Blade from his Eternal Satchel, hoping that the sword would be powerful enough to cut through whatever kind of Knightmonster that had surrounded him.

He clutched the handle of the blade tight, holding it in front of him, his palms slick with sweat despite the cold bite of the night air. With intensity born of desperation, he fed it all the Umbrage he could muster. Tendrils of darkness rippled across the blade's surface, coiling like serpents as they consumed the steel in a dull, eerie black sheen.