Revenant's Slaughter: The Reaper System

The Harbinger (2)

"So you see," the Harbinger boomed, its voice echoing off the damp walls of the chamber, "you can't escape what's coming. Why don't you just surrender yourself to me? You possess something I desperately need." Its crimson eyes glowed with an insatiable greed.

Atticus gritted his teeth, the pain from the ordeal with the spectral demons a dull throb in his muscles. His dantian, the wellspring of his power, felt like a parched desert. He had nothing left to fuel his spirit qi or demonic energy techniques. All he had was his sword and his unwavering will.

"There's no reason for me to believe you blindly," he retorted, his voice hoarse but defiant. "And even if I did, you give off some serious bad vibes, dude."

The Harbinger's rage crackled in the air. With a flicker, its form shifted, solidifying into a hulking monstrosity with obsidian skin and horns that curved back from its brow. Its eyes, once two points of crimson light, now burned like miniature suns in its shadowed face.

"Fool!" it