Leon grabbed the sword with both of his hands, his grip tightened slightly as his eyes remained stuck on Orrix, trying to figure out what he would do next.
Orrix started stomping his mace on the ground, the ground next to him cracked by the force of his swings.
His eyes completely filled with his blood, and the sclera of his eyes turned crimson in colour. The aura around him started to get heavier, and red mana waves started to flow through his body.
His hair started to hover in the air, his veins popped up through all of his body parts, muscles stretched as his clothes tore.
Leon gulped, and sweat formed on his temple. 'That's it… my first death in this game.'
Orrix planted his foot deep inside the ground and let out a roar that made every voice around them disappear.
The red mana around him compressed violently, flooding into the mace until its surface glowed like that of molten iron.
And then, he vanished into thin air.
