*Back to Present
With a sharp exhale, Jinn unleashed another powerful slash, his blade cutting clean through the thick armor of an undead.
*Crack!
The strike lacerated one of its feet completely, causing the creature to stumble and fall sideways.
But before it could even crash onto the ground, Jinn's blade was already there waiting.
In one smooth motion, he brought it down across the undead's neck, cleaving through it entirely.
The head dropped to the dirt below, and the moment it did, the entire body began to burn away—turning into ash instantly as it was consumed by the golden flames emitted from Jinn's blade.
He didn't even flinch.
The sword he carried glowed with something more than just his own power.
Jinn could feel it.
He knew his crimson red eidra flowed into the weapon, guiding it, empowering it—but that wasn't the only force at work.
Mixed within the energy was something else.
Something older.
Something stronger.
