Kyle sprinted into the village, his boots hitting the earth with practiced silence as he honed in on the pulse of divine energy slicing through the air like a knife.
The forest that had only recently begun to flourish under his efforts now withered in patches—leaves yellowing, grass curling in on itself.
The divine mana wasn't simply invading; it was consuming.
"Tch. Troublesome avatar. Just had to choose my village."
Kyle clicked his tongue in irritation.
The oppressive aura wasn't stationary—it was moving.
Kyle closed his eyes briefly, synchronizing his senses with the mana current.
He could feel it slithering through the trees, corrupting nature, warping life. The divine energy wasn't flowing aimlessly—it had a purpose. A direction.
Then it turned.
Kyle felt it like a spear aimed at his chest.
He spun just in time to parry.
CLANG!
Sparks scattered through the air as Kyle's blade met sharp, clawed fingers glowing with divine light.
