Lights zipped into streaks as reality blurred. Seth burst through space, folding through the path, distance rendered null before his very presence.
Lingering mists of shadows drifted from his onyx armor—a Leader-grade armor he had equipped after dispelling the Executioner's set.
His blades sliced through the air as Seth's sight zoomed in on his prey. Within a blink, he was in the air upon the Treant, both blades racing down.
Seth stared into the eyes of the Treant, and the Treant stared back. Seth's haunting gaze was so intense it was almost as though he could pierce through the veil of the ethereal and stare directly at Vamel's soul.
Vamel's green pupils trembled, but that didn't stop him from taking action. His leather belt lit up with a pristine glow that coated his frame, letting him bolt out of reach.
Diving through the air, the Treant planned to capitalize on the only advantage he had over his opponent: flight.
