Halo's eyes opened to see countless tendrils of white, ghostly smoke coiling from the creature's body, appearing like ethereal threads.
He didn't need any explanation. He knew instantly what they were: threads leading directly to the creature's vital points.
Before he could fully absorb the sight, Spineless's leg came down. It passed straight through him like he was a ghost, but the aftershock alone brought him to his knees.
He rose to his feet immediately and escaped the Chaos Eater's limbs. He was calmer than usual, even as his legs gave out every second or two, he moved with calculated elegance.
Normally, he'd set his three-minute timer for situations like this. This version of him didn't bother.
He summoned a sword and charged toward the Sinner with grace. His movements were so calm that even his footfalls made no sound.
Dodging Spineless's attack, he followed one of the threads precisely, driving his first strike of the battle into the creature's gut.
