The general was knocked unconscious by the shockwave, his flame sword extinguished. Kaito landed on his feet, breathing heavily. He looked down at his arms. The angry black veins had receded, replaced by smooth skin. The violent whispers in his mind were quiet.
He leaped from the precipice, dissolving into a cloud of black smoke mid-air. He materialized soundlessly on the tiled roof of an enemy barracks. Below him, the Akatsuchi soldiers, fire-worshippers who had enslaved his people, marched with torches that cut aggressively through the night.
He had not cured the curse entirely, but he had bought his people time.
The rain never reached the floor of the Rashomon Valley, evaporating against the cursed heat of the Akatsuchi invaders. From the jagged peak of the Shadow's Reach, Kaito looked down at the burning village. His skin was pale as porcelain, mapped with black, pulsing veins that betrayed the Shadow Essence rotting him from the inside out. He was an Aragami, an undead warrior born of darkness, destined to lose his mind to the void if he could not break the curse.
Moving like a whisper, Kaito navigated the compound. He shadow-dashed from the silhouette of a stone lantern to the underside of a bridge, evading the blazing torches. When a heavy-armored elite guard blocked the pagoda's entrance, Kaito tossed a small smoke pebble. As the area filled with thick, obscuring fog, Kaito slipped past the coughing guard and phased through the heavy wooden doors.
He focused his mind, drawing on the cursed blood in his veins. Shadow Leap. He blinked from the roof directly into the tall grass behind a patrolling guard. With a swift, practiced motion, Kaito grabbed the soldier from behind. He didn't use his blade. He struck a precise pressure point on the soldier's neck, rendering him unconscious before dragging his body into the brush. A non-lethal approach was harder, but Kaito refused to let the bloodlust accelerate his curse.
The general was knocked unconscious by the shockwave, his flame sword extinguished. Kaito landed on his feet, breathing heavily. He looked down at his arms. The angry black veins had receded, replaced by smooth skin. The violent whispers in his mind were quiet.
He leaped from the precipice, dissolving into a cloud of black smoke mid-air. He materialized soundlessly on the tiled roof of an enemy barracks. Below him, the Akatsuchi soldiers, fire-worshippers who had enslaved his people, marched with torches that cut aggressively through the night. Aragami 2 [0100787018198800][v65536][US].nsp.rar
He had not cured the curse entirely, but he had bought his people time. The general was knocked unconscious by the shockwave,
The rain never reached the floor of the Rashomon Valley, evaporating against the cursed heat of the Akatsuchi invaders. From the jagged peak of the Shadow's Reach, Kaito looked down at the burning village. His skin was pale as porcelain, mapped with black, pulsing veins that betrayed the Shadow Essence rotting him from the inside out. He was an Aragami, an undead warrior born of darkness, destined to lose his mind to the void if he could not break the curse. The angry black veins had receded, replaced by smooth skin
Moving like a whisper, Kaito navigated the compound. He shadow-dashed from the silhouette of a stone lantern to the underside of a bridge, evading the blazing torches. When a heavy-armored elite guard blocked the pagoda's entrance, Kaito tossed a small smoke pebble. As the area filled with thick, obscuring fog, Kaito slipped past the coughing guard and phased through the heavy wooden doors.
He focused his mind, drawing on the cursed blood in his veins. Shadow Leap. He blinked from the roof directly into the tall grass behind a patrolling guard. With a swift, practiced motion, Kaito grabbed the soldier from behind. He didn't use his blade. He struck a precise pressure point on the soldier's neck, rendering him unconscious before dragging his body into the brush. A non-lethal approach was harder, but Kaito refused to let the bloodlust accelerate his curse.