The moment the figure at the front of the gothic-armored group surged forward, the air bent under the sheer spiritual force of his acceleration.
Shadow peeled from his limbs in a slick wake, and even the fractured stone beneath his armored boots left fissures trailing in the wake of his charge.
Azulus stiffened immediately, one hand sliding to the hilt of her oversized katana, body tensing as if to move in an instant. Her eyes flared open out of pure instinctual survival calculation.
While the scene unfolding, Kivas noticed that her Soulcall Whisper Bell didn't ring even once, meaning that around one minute from now on, her life was in no intrinsic danger.
Samael didn't move.
The armored figure arrived within a blink of perception and came to a perfect stop in front of Samael, dropping to one knee with practiced grace, his chestplate shining beneath streaks of ornamental scripture and faded symbols of a thousand unknown prayers.
