Sam snarled, and used a skill that he hadn't had much of a use for in a while. During his fight with the Corpse Titan, what felt like a lifetime ago, Sam had created a skill called Wrath of the Fallen. Using his Dao, he summoned a small unit of specters, scaling off of his strength. In the skill description, it had teased at the existence of Dao Domains, and now that Sam actually had one, he was interested in trying it out.

Summoning them for the first time had torn a few shades from the afterlife, weak, pathetic creatures only fit as a distraction. Now, Sam felt a far different sensation from the skill. Ten hulking figures burst out of holes in reality, colored in the brilliant hues of his Dao Seed. Each wielded a hammer modeled after Terra's Will, and were covered in thick plates of armor. They were much weaker than he was, but considering Sam's strength, they could have easily fought a mid E Ranker on an individual level, and won.

The unit of specters split off, dogpiling the nearest cultivators. Sam used the distraction to his advantage, punching through the half-hearted defence. He watched his temporary allies vanish as swipes of weapons or beams of ethereal light seared them into ash, but for the few seconds that they lasted, Sam had free reign.

The last specter died, and Sam used the minor conceptual resonance from his ally's demise to siphon off a bit more efficiency from his Dao. He punched through the Fire mage's entire body, a shell of light surrounding him. The woman's body split down the middle, and although this initially would have been a mere inconvenience, Sam ensured that it became life threatening by expelling a dense cloud of Dao energy. He passed by within a fraction of a second, but what he left behind remained, tearing at the Fire energy underpinning the mage's entire body. She screamed, a crackling, burning howl, flames turning back to flesh and then into flame once more as she fought Sam's attack.

The infernal pillar of mingled flame and flesh that the mage had become was of utmost importance to her, but of almost none to Sam. She was just an obstacle on his path to his real target, the only one of his opponents to be able to track his speed. The Light mage's face twisted in fear as she flitted back, flashes of radiance transporting her short distances at the speed of her element. Even Sam couldn't keep up, and the gap between them widened. Miles and miles added up until only Sam and his enemy were within range of one another, the rest of the Foreman's allies, and the man himself, remaining behind.

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"The Foreman warned me about you, but he didn't say you were this strong." The mage's face was ashen. "What did you do to gain such strength in such a short amount of time? Sam smiled. "Oh, you know. Gaining another Dao Step, crossing all of my third thresholds." His face hardened. "The usual stuff."

Before his opponent could move again, Sam risked teleporting, now at a safer distance from the Shadow Raven. With the elemental's attention no longer focused solely on him, the space around Sam was stable enough for a single teleport. Lines of razor sharp spatial energy raked across his skin, phasing through armor, but the damage was minor enough to be made up for by mobility.

Sam flickered out of the ether in front of the Light mage, Terra's Will arcing around. The mage panicked, and shot twinned beams of solar fire towards Sam, searing his armor. Had she tried, she could have teleported away, but her instinctive motion spelled her end. Terra's Will blasted her head apart into a bloody crescent, flesh and blood shining in the light of the Dao as Sam pulverized his foe. Another pulse of his Dao ensured that the E Ranker was actually dead. One down, eleven to go.

Sam didn't dare a teleport again, instead waiting until the elemental masters could reach him. He crossed his arms, aiming to infuriate the E Rankers into losing their cool. Sam succeeded with a few of them, but the more experienced ones, like the Foreman, simply approached as they normally would.

As the cultivators neared, Sam closed his eyes, focusing on his Dao cores. Drawing upon their energy, he thickened the armor around himself, and then extended it to Terra's Will. The silvery metal of the hammer vanished beneath a veneer of pure light, and it burned as bright as a star.

Sam opened his eyes once more, just in time to see the Foreman shedding his armor. The technique, which had seemed apocalyptic to Sam a few weeks ago, now seemed a lot more reasonable. As burning chunks of metal streaked across the sky, and the Foreman streaked forwards, Sam grinned.

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