My sis’ Larissa says hello, Moon mutt

Ramaalen’s POV

When Malleteagan rose, he sprung into the air with the speed of lightning. He floated above the Sanguineabyss battlefield, above his fratricidal warriors. He looked magnificent, god-like and outworldly in his celestial form. His body was basked with mesmerising moonlight shine. He came to eye level with the blood witches and their petty sigil, which was still in the air. Useless fucking spell bags these witches. He will crush them easily. I need to get a new strategy and quickly. They cannot handle demigods. The blustery of a furious sphere of moonlight eclipse formed in his palms. With all of the guns of his magic blazing and on the warpath, he swiped his hand and crushed their sigil, the one that hovered in the air above the Sanguineabbys. The wavelets of his magic, which were wrapped around his arm, merged with the force of his physical crush. The sigil, which hovered over the Sanguineabyss crater, exploded in lush, lava-like particles of dust and blood as it disapp