C199 Breaking the Formation

Nightscourge hovered in midair, his hands weaving an eerie charm, as if summoning some malevolent poison. A chilling, bloody aura swirled around him, suggesting the imminent arrival of a bloodthirsty demon.

Something sinister seemed ready to burst forth from his arm. Beneath his dark skin, a network of cracks spread like a spider web, and blood gushed forth like a stream. In moments