"Good, because we're about to make history... or die really stupid deaths trying."
The moment Raven said that, his body surged forward.
The wind screamed past his ears.
The world blurred into streaks of light and color.
Divine chains snapped out like angry serpents, slashing through the air with thunderclaps.
Knives—brilliant, burning, and impossibly fast—homed in on him from every direction, tracing arcs of destruction like stars gone mad.
But Raven ran.
Not away from them but into them.
His figure darted between them, barely staying ahead.
One blade skimmed past his shoulder, slicing through cloth and skin alike.
Another knifed into his thigh, a hot lance of pain, but even before the blood fully spilled, the wound sealed—tendons knitting back together in moments.
Slash.
A divine chain scraped his ribs, causing his powers to diminish, but he kicked the ground, jumping away from it.
Crack.
