Axel, remaining in his terrifying demonic visage of Osiris, lowered his clawed hand vertically downward in a motion that appeared agonisingly slow yet possessed an absolute, unstoppable momentum.
His eyes remained closed as he executed the motion, a gesture that relied on no registered martial technique, no secret skill, and no inherited bloodline ability.
It was the raw, unadulterated manifestation of his newly realised authority over the concept of despair, channelled through the combined essence of his grey demonic body and dual hearts.
A vertical line of dual colored fire erupted from his gesture, cleaving through the atmospheric pressure of the space itself.
The pitch-black flames, interlaced with brilliant white strands of raw emotional weight, tore through the air with a terrifying hiss.
