Kaiser narrowed his eyes as the being fully emerged. The air trembled around him. "So, you're the true face behind the mask."
"I am Astharothis," the demon growled, a wicked grin spreading across his grotesque features. "A true King of the Outer Hell. And you—little flicker of shadow—you stand in my way."
Kaiser, already locked in his third-level Quas blood transformation, breathed steadily. His skin had turned ghostly pale, his veins a map of darkened lines beneath the surface. Two spectral limbs, grotesque and elongated, extended from his back, each gripping a dark, curved shadow blade, pulsing with Alzalel's power. His original arms gripped another pair of blades, giving him the presence of a four-armed revenant of war.
"Then I'll do more than stand," Kaiser said coldly. "I'll make you fall."
