Hex hurried to the uneven landscape, cloaked inside the Veil of Death. The spirit imprint he received from the Goddess of Death helped him mask his presence, even in daylight, albeit with decreased efficiency.
In a way, the thick columns of smoke covering the sky worked in Hex's favor. He dashed through the land without leaving an imprint in the mud. This wasn't the effect of the Veil of Death, though. His weightless sprint was a product of his mastery over the Earth element.
Hex grinned as he glanced at all the completed circles on the back of his hand. He felt his heart throb, hammering the different elements into the optimal shapes. The abilities gained not only boosted his strength but also diversified his arsenal, increasing the fun of using them.
Just like right now.
