The forest was plunged into an almost unreal silence, a suspended calm that only foreshadowed the storm to come. Foster waited, hidden in the heights of a thousand-year-old oak, his body perfectly still despite the tension that ran through every fibre of his muscles. The hellish general he was to eliminate was slowly approaching, his massive silhouette silhouetted against the night mist.
Foster took a deep breath. His heart beat to the rhythm of the wind blowing through the foliage. The moment had come.
With a fluid movement, he leapt from his hiding place. Fulgurance Tempestive activated at the last moment, transforming his body into a flash of black lightning that tore through the night. It came down on his enemy like a sharp blade.
The demon reacted too late. Foster hit him full force, his reinforced fist slamming into his torso with unprecedented violence. A shockwave swept through the surrounding area, uprooting tall grass and sending shards of stone in all directions.
