Chapter 18: No Point In Crying
*BOOOM!*
A violent sound echoed in all directions. Furious winds ripped through the skies like blades. But that wasn't the result of two physical forces clashing.
That Celestial Dragon shadow was just that — a shadow. It didn't have real power, it was just leeching off its bloodline, sustained by the inscription to suppress others from afar.
Of course, if any Mannaz tried to fight it, they'd get crushed easily. Its offensive power came from the accumulated energy of the inscription. But that place was built to boost its suppressive roar — not to help it fight.
Even so, its ethereal body couldn't be damaged by normal attacks. That's why Divine Fist Art, and other martial arts like it, were the only things that could touch it.
That martial art was pretty simple and straight to the point. It channeled the ring's power into the fists, increasing the damage of every strike. Each hit pushed that energy into the target and made it explode from the inside. It was a power made for fighting the Risen.
Niara beat her wings and twisted swiftly through the air.
*Woosh!*
A massive tail, fast like a whip, missed her by a hair.
"FALL!"
She spun and attacked without mercy.