Death Heir's Devouring System

The surroundings seemingly blurred, the only things that Azrael perceived were himself, his foe, and the distance separating them.

Inhaling deeply, his body tensed. Raising his leg, he kicked the Unworthy Knight with all the might he could muster. Usually, due to their weight difference, the abomination shouldn’t have staggered back. However, Azrael had acted faster than it could react. After blocking the strike that was meant to end Isodle’s life, he repositioned his scythe behind his foe’s legs.

The blade hooked and swept. The knight stumbled forward from the scythe and backward from the kick, losing balance and tilting, seconds from collapse.

But it wasn’t going to fall quietly. Its blade shifted midair, now targeting Azrael.

Calling forth Mother Needle once more, he intercepted the attack even if he was forced to take a step back.

The abomination used its palm to shoot itself upwards from the ground before Azrael could use the moment.

Going low, Azrael’s scythe went for the abomination’s legs once more.

Thanks to the faint intellect the creature had preserved despite the corruption, it sensed the attack. It raised its foot and brought it down on Gravebloom, halting it in its place. Simultaneously, its swords moved, cutting Azrael’s cheek, drawing crimson blood.

’It seems you aren’t aware. My blood... is precious.’ He mused, using his skill [Blood Manipulation]. The wound closed as fast as it appeared.

Placing a hand on the knight’s shoulder, Azrael moved left, drawing the creature’s gaze right where he wanted it. It failed to notice Mother Needle cutting in from the opposite side.

A heartbeat later, the thin blade severed the black flower blooming from its skull.

An ear-piercing shriek escaped the hidden maws of the knight. Beneath its shattered golden armor, a dark liquid, its blood, began to seep.