The Cruor Mortis…
The same sword Elias had used against the Archon of Aethelos, the Queen Monarch, Undying Flame.
It groaned against the air, filling the surroundings with an intense aura of death.
Every onlooker — Malakor, Althea, and the Ossuarists watching from the fortress — were all white-faced as Elias brought the sword up for a slash. Even Preceptor Odette had stiffened warily. She had become acutely aware of every of Elias' movements, visibly tracking him as she kept the Husk busy while his strike came.
With a strained look on his face, as if simply keeping the sword controlled was a herculean task on its own, he dropped the sword in a slash.
Noiselessly, the strike descended, bearing down on the Husk, and only the Husk in the blink of an eye.
Odette dropped like lead, descending rapidly with her gaze still locked on the Husk above, watching as Elias' strike landed.
