The world tumbled and rumbled around Kael.
With a thought, he commanded reality tommake on different forms, engineering swords and elements into existence with his will alone.
His main body had shrunk significantly, now standing at a height similar to the cats. His golden wings flared behind him, unfolding into six pairs.
Hunting Essence flowed through his body, turning him into the perfect predator for the cats.
Death Essence followed each and every one of his claws, limited edges with a dark light that threatened to suck out all the life from the cats.
The locked down zone was shrinking. The number of cats had increased to fifty plus.
They were encircling Kael, barraging his rapidly moving forms with different kinds of attacks.
Today, the Endless Plains lit up with a beautiful colour spectacle. Today, Immortals battled.
When last had they experienced this kind of rush? When last did someone give them this much confusion and fear?
