Sam had only the primordial sword, his clone, and his other abilities to fight with.
That was all he could bring to bear against the being standing before him.
Zareth, however, carried far more.
The abyssal sword spear glowed in one of his hands, its jagged edge radiating with destructive power.
In another hand, he could summon the chaotic magic of Jevil's Cards, reshaping them at will.
Dark light from the black sun orb coursed through his body, letting him pour endless strength into his fists.
The abyssal claws stretched long and razor-sharp, ready to tear apart anything in their path.
Asmodeus' trident hovered nearby, its three tips carrying enough energy to pierce anything.
The roaring titan's stars burned within his grasp, channeling cosmic power into his defenses.
Abyssal wings beat from his back, sharp and alive, pushing him through the air with crushing speed.
The abyssal crown glowed above his head, marking him as one chosen by corruption itself.
