Chaos had become a rhythm.
A steady, brutal beat, cadenced by screams, wing beats, blade splinters, the rattle of dying insects and the cold sound of system notifications.
Isaac was in the air. Always in the air.
Ever since he had fused Shidensen with his [Flight] skill, he had left the ground like a snake abandons an old skin.
He was no longer a hunter among hunters. He was the hunter above, the hawk, the blade that fell from the sky.
A Harpie-Alpha appeared.
It swooped down on Maëlle, its silhouette more massive, its wings screeching with a strident metallic sound, and a tail studded with barbed needles.
A bastard designed to kill quickly and painfully.
Isaac, from a twisted beam twenty meters above, watched the trajectory for half a second.
He closed his eyes.
He felt the tension in his back.
The heat rising up his spine.
The release of control.
And he jumped.
No.
He dived.
- Shidensen.
The blade tore through the air.
A shockwave escaped in its wake.
