The realization of the true wickedness at play was put to pause as the barriers around him were cut away by blades of blood swinging in every direction. He ducked down as the putrid edge passed over, witnessing the sharpened tendrils of crimson being manipulated by the many arms of the amalgamation in the distance.
[Auto-Reflex]
He leapt over the sliding blade of blood, sprinting ahead while the being puppeteered the sharpened crimson. While he was fine with taking a cautious approach before, realizing the severity and timely nature of the situation, he felt inclined to finish this quickly.
[Blade of Purging] [S-Rank Exorcism Skill]
Into his hand, transient light coalesced into a tangible form; a glistening greatsword larger than his own body, though was as weightless as a feather in his grip. As he closed the distance, the putrid limbs thrashed, forcing him to leap through their range before bringing the mystical weapon back, preparing for its swing:
