Kailen's skin turned deep crimson, archaic runes running through it.
A deep crimson horn, pulsing with malevolence, was nestled at the top centre of his forehead.
His red hair billowed in the wind, his red eyes teeming with malice.
An aura of pure bloodlust spread throughout the battlefield, the aura extremely thick and palpable.
Allies and enemies alike felt like suffocating under its weight.
Due to this, several battles happening on the field seemed to come to an unintentional halt.
" What the hell is that?"
" I can't… I can't… stand."
" What sort of bloodlust is this? I feel like someone is strangling me."
"Why do I feel like someone is literally stepping on me?"
" Look, what the hell is that?"
" It's Black Flask Darkhaven."
" The crimson devil?"
" Is that his strange physique?"
" What sort of devilish physique is this, causing him to exude this kind of bloodlust? Even if he has killed a lot of people, this kind of bloodlust is too much, right?"
