The Saintess's face remained neutral as she swung her blade fluidly, each strike aimed to end Aden's life.
Aden leaned backwards with clenched teeth. The shards on his arm collided with the edge of the blade, sending shockwaves through his frame and chipping away at the shards.
The Void energy in his body had slowly regenerated, but it was barely enough for any tangible attack, so all Aden was left with was his large Resonance pool.
Aden roared and leaned forward for an offensive attack, but the golden blade didn't just cut, it purified.
As Aden leaned his weight into the clash, the shrapnel in his forearm began to hiss and dissolve into grey ash. The Saintess's frequency was like a tidal wave of solid, unyielding stone, rushing against his chaotic, flickering static.
Aden's teeth bared in a snarl, his silver-ringed pupils expanding.
'If I can't eat it... I'll become it.'
