The ground once again shook and now even began to break apart at his great expenditure of pent-up energy and emotions. He screamed openly into the air now, the scream resembling the word "no."
Nearly as quick as it started, it was over. As he started to make his way to his feet, he clutched the unholy sword in his iron grip. His black eyes now stared back on the ghoul, who was now even more frightened. Daesalliss took in a deep breath, and after a moment, exhaled; the breath leaving a trail in the air with chill even though it was not cold outside. With one fluid motion, quicker than the eye could possibly follow, Daesalliss thrust the sword in a center swing, rending the ghoul in two fettered pieces.
He regained his balance while staring at the others.

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