Glock's power was surging, and his body seemed unable to withstand this strange force. Purple threads spread like a spider's web beneath his skin; it was impossible to tell if they were bursting blood vessels or the corrosion of Chaos Power!
Every muscle in his body trembled, and each breath seemed to devour the air around him.
Henry watched with a cold gaze. Even if Glock managed to defeat him by some fluke, the backlash from this power would kill him swiftly after the battle. This was a power far beyond his control.
"This power does not belong to you," Glock said to Henry.
It was the power of Chaos, from… from… from his homeland?
Perhaps. Glock believed he came from Chaos, but he didn't remember anything from his past.
"I will take your head as a blood sacrifice for the Blood God! You slaughtered the Inferior Horned Beasts and betrayed Chaos!"
Glock brandished his Riding Spear, intending to duel Henry one-on-one!
