The dirt churned, gathering in Seth's palm as he dug his prosthetic hand into the ground, using the metallic limb to control and slow his careening landing, leaving a deep line in the ground where he had skidded.
His black blood had forced itself from underneath his skin once more, although it was hidden beneath a newly acquired set of pure white, carapace armour. However, beneath the armour it still covered every part of his body, all apart from his head, which left his face clear to the world. A face that was pale as death, with a visible spider-web of evil, black veins which converged on his black and silver eyes.
This demonic face was twisted into an expression of blood lust and rage, his silver eyes seemingly gaining a brighter hue - almost as if they were burning white hot suns of pure, radiant rage - as he stared at the ragged, unmoving body of Omelette the Wyvern.
