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Caged Rat

Pathfinder’s response to his Ancestor’s command was immediate action. His body dispersed into mist and coalesced in the middle of the Wind Demons. His eyes, as red as Magma his son’s, pierced through the bodies of the first few Wind Demons that met his gaze, and they froze in their tracks. This wasn’t due to fear, for these Wind Demons had been present even before Pathfinder was born, and they had fought against actual gods and kept their lives. No, this was the power of oppression. This was the power contained within the gaze of a man who regarded life as a mere tool to be used and discarded when its purpose was no longer grandiose. This was the gaze of a man unburdened by murder. With his fingers extended into claws and his arms bulged out like a python’s maw, Pathfinder grabbed the head of the Wind Demon closest to him and smashed it into the ground!

*Bang*

Pathfinder’s assault didn’t end in a ‘grab and smash’. Lifting his other arm he summoned an inhumane amount of power into his
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