Dozens of blades, swords, spears, and other pointed weapons shot toward the figure engulfed in purplish-black flames, piercing him from all directions.
Some weapons even went through his body and emerged from the other side, yet the flames continued to burn just as intensely.
Despite the brutal assault, the awakener inside did not scream in pain or even move from his spot, allowing the pointed weapons to impale him one after another.
The attacker, the fallen angel Marquis Andras, was in no condition to contemplate the ominous silence that persisted or why the awakener he had struck wasn't reacting.
Consumed by fury, he did not pause for a moment to consider whether his attack was even working. Instead, he spread his arms, his muscles trembling as the veins in his forearms became starkly visible, as if he were struggling to lift something immense.