The black blade cut through the air, leaving a trail of absolute vacuum as it flew toward its target.
*CLANG!*
A sound like metal crashing against metal echoed abruptly.
"YOU!"
The female figure's eyes went wide in shock. Right in front of her, a bare hand was gripping her corrupted blade, as if it were nothing more than a worthless stick.
That blade was the pure manifestation of Nether power drawn from the corpse. Just touching it should have meant instant corruption, turning a body into ashes before the slash even finished. Yet, beneath Darian's fingers, a subtle multicolored aura pulsed, repelling the darkness.
Darian snorted and clenched his fist hard.
*BANG!*
The blade exploded into countless shadow fragments, dispersing in a shockwave.
In the very next split second, he was already on the ground, flanked by Niara and Alear. With a smooth motion of his hand, a pure white light wrapped around Alaric, whom he had brought back with him in the rescue.
