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Bang! Bang!
The earth beneath Malzareth's feet suddenly caved in.
Countless jagged cracks rapidly spread across the battlefield as though the ground itself could no longer withstand the overwhelming pressure pouring from his body. Chunks of shattered stone slowly rose into the air before being crushed into fine dust by the invisible force surrounding him.
Swoosh! Swoosh!
At the same time, his dark crimson hair rapidly lengthened before transforming into blazing strands of demonic aura.
The fiery mane danced wildly behind him, flowing like living flames with every surge of power while the crimson runes engraved across his armor shone even brighter than before.
Without a word, Malzareth slowly extended one hand toward the colossal, spiked execution club resting beside him.
Grip!
The moment his fingers wrapped around its handle, another terrifying wave of pressure erupted from his body.
Boom!
The surrounding air trembled violently.
