The battlefield was soaked in blood, the air thick with the scent of death.
Malzareth's glowing red eyes locked onto Damien. A cruel smile stretched across his monstrous face as he casually swung his claw, aiming to tear Damien apart with sheer brute force.
A thunderous boom erupted as the attack landed.
The impact shattered the ground, sending shockwaves across the battlefield. Dust and bloodied debris flew in all directions. Slayers and cultists alike flinched, their bodies instinctively recoiling from the force.
Then… a crimson glow ignited within the dust cloud.
Damien stood unharmed. His body radiated a dark red light, veins pulsing with power as the Blood Surge fully activated. His eyes gleamed with something inhuman—cold, merciless, and predatory.
Malzareth's smug expression twisted into a frown.
"Impossible—"
The moment the word left his mouth, Damien vanished.
Malzareth barely turned before—
BAM!
