My presence has been almost entirely erased.

Considering the progression of the fight, this has been my best option. The most ideal course of action for one of my skillset, in order to provide absolute benefit to my allies.

The pattern of my breathing, of my movement, everything has been tilted in a direction that allows me to nearly vanish even before retreating from view.

I suck in a slow, deep breath through my teeth. Disengaging like this has allowed me to observe the distorted, monstrous behemoth's movements, its shape, its weaknesses---

Everything I could not have done until now. Even in my concealed state, Haste has affected me as well.

Perfect.

At this moment, the most ideal time has come.

Not that it is truly perfect, as such things rarely exist. But it is the ideal I have been preparing myself for.

Those soft, fleshy wounds, the monster's distraction at being turned into a living lightning rod---

I have been given the best opportunity I could possibly ask for.

The warmth surges up from my core, flowing along the veins from my heart and outwards. It surges through my arm like fresh blood, to my fingertips as I step forward. In a moment, my concealment will be erased. My techniques will no longer hold, and I will be in full view.

So I will merely have to ensure there is no opportunity to stop me.

My eyes fix ahead as I lean forward and raise my sword. The warmth flows to the very tips of my fingers and surges outwards, flooding into my sword. It externalizes, red and orange light rushing along my blade and igniting it, burning, searing the air. The heat washes over my skin, carrying my hair. I pour more and more of myself into it. I am no longer hidden, but that no longer matters.

I will deliver a decisive strike, and by helping to end this combat ensure my allies can fight on.

This abominable, stinking thing will die.

The muscles in my legs tense, tightening, coiling---

And all at once releasing, sending me hurtling forward in an instant. The heat from my burning sword washes over the earth as I pass. I can almost see the edges of my sleeves being singed.

The point of my katana is aimed squarely at the beast.

I'll pierce it through, then release the flames into its corrupted form all at once---!