Genetic Manipulation

With a thunderous boom, an entire mountain crumbled, collapsing atop whatever force had hurled itself into its heart.

Boulders tumbled, stones rained down, and clouds of dust surged skyward in chaotic plumes.

Then, with a deep, resonant creak, the shattered rocks began to shift.

From the settling rubble, Anthony emerged, silent, resolute, and untouched by the ruin that sought to bury him.

'This one's proving to be quite the nuisance'

Anthony mused, eyes fixed on the Exarch rank demon who stood unnervingly composed, returning his gaze without a flicker of emotion.

Sword Intent coiled around Anthony like a living force, silent, sharp, and suffused with deadly purpose, circling both his form and the blade of his katana in subtle arcs of power.

Without a word or motion, Anthony disappeared.

With a single thought, the Concealment skill activated, and he slipped from the fabric of existence, leaving not even a whisper behind.