Seth moved his body, whistling against the wind, his cloak fluttering behind him.
The serrated blade of his dagger gleamed red as both essence traits — Oscillation and Burden of Will — bore heavily on the weapon.
The sharpness and lethality of the weapon grew. He tilted his gait slightly to the left as a Dile Origin Beast lunged past him, missing its chomp by the narrow distance of a hair's breadth.
It's maw snapped close with a clash of thunderous clangs, biting the wind.
But Seth's blade didn't miss. Digging into the triangular edge of its widened maw, he threw himself forward.
A line of crimson tore a clean streak through the side of the Dile beast. Its flesh parted, spraying a sparse torrent of blood.
The creature wailed and writhed as Seth used the opportunity to force a spin. Pivoting to the other side of the creature, he leaped as high as his calves could project him.
