gearshift48 Ten dafeeeeeeeeeesh
The Inquisitor grows bored of waiting for enemies in the salt flats.
However, his head slowly rotates aiming towards the commotion that is some fair dozens of kilometers of distance from him, although the distance is great, he had already seen the entities and even touched one of them, they could not let their location escape his grasp, not with any ease.
He grasped his staff firmly, though something changed within it, much like his composing body, it seemed to dissipate into some kind of grany material, being incorporated into his body, he began running.
A few strides and something seemed off, with each step he gained more speed, but the speed gain, discounted from the drag of the air, seemed to be exponential, soon he was running at speeds aproaching the speed of sound, a huge trail of salt lifted from his feet behind him as a wave of electrical static followed allong, small blue storms generated from the piezoelectrical discharge of the collapsed crystal, forming some kind of small blue storm that trailed behind him, it seemed almost mystical.